Samuel was seated at the table with his hair rumpled but the rest of him looking delightfully perky. “I saved you a seat.” She smiled and took a seat next to him, the other eight newcomers at the table grinned and breakfast began. Misty winked at her host as Teebie worked her way down the table, refilling coffee. The table had expanded from the tiny bistro table that they had shared the previous morning. It was the magic of the breakfast room; it had gotten bigger as well. Small talk about the Crossroads and why everyone had come took up the better part of an hour. When the folks who had made tentative connections the night before got up, they were eager to pursue those that they had met the night before. Some had actual dates and others were simply leaping into the hope that they could spur their connection into turning into something valuable. Teebie handed out a few picnic baskets and waved her clients off for the day.
