Pausing at the hostess station, she was surprised when the maitre d' exclaimed, “We've been expecting you!” Taking her coat, he lead Kim to a table for two. “Your party will be joining you shortly,” he said, watching her. Kim stared at the table; a look of disappointment marred her face. Where was Ross? She turned her head, searching the restaurant. The maitre d' leaned toward her. “Is something wrong, ma'am?” “No,” she said, smiling graciously at him and sitting in the seat pushed out for her. A hundred memories flashed through her head as she remembered the night she and Ross had first sat at this exact table. It was eerie. “You said my party will be joining me shortly.” “Yes, ma'am. He asked that you forgive his lateness and said that he was unavoidably detained.” “He did?” Kim thought about that for a moment. Unavoidably detained, she thought then asked, “Who made the reservations? Was his name Ross McGuire?” The waiter looked baffled. “I would have to check, ma'am.
