He sat there watching her. She was easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. She looked to be in her late thirties to mid-forties. He hoped that she wasn’t married or already in a relationship. He was happy that his father had talked him into having lunch with him at the club. He had never fancied coming here before because most of the people seemed so stuffy and there wasn’t anyone in his age group.
He wondered if she came here often. If she did, he would become a regular visitor just so he could see her. She was sitting at the bar having a drink. Perhaps she was waiting for someone.
Just then, his cell phone rang. It was his father. “I’m sorry, Tadeas, but I wouldn’t be able to have lunch with you after all. An urgent matter has come up which I must attend to.”
“Perhaps we can have lunch another time?”
“How about Monday?”
“I’m truly sorry Tadeas. I was really looking forward to having lunch with you.”
“I was looking forward to it too but it’s all right. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Yes. Goodbye, Son.”
He placed his cell back into his pocket. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that she was still at the bar. Smoothing his hair down with his hands, he got up and went over to her. He stood beside her. “Hello,” he said.
She looked up at him. This close, she was breathtaking. “Hello.”
“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked.
“Good. He held out his hand. “Have you had lunch?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“I was supposed to be having lunch with my father but something came up at the office and he can make it. I’m hungry but I don’t fancy eating by myself. Will you join me?”
A smile played on her lips. “I don’t know you,” she said.
He held out his hand. “I’m Tadeas.”
She shook it. “Briony.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Briony.”
“Are you a new member of the club? I’ve never seen you here before. I would have remembered.”
“No. I’m not a new member but my father is. Perhaps you know him.”
“What is your father’s name?”
“Sir Hamilton Gray?”
“Oh. Yes, I know him. We met through a mutual friend. He’s very charming.”
“I’ve been told that I have his charm.”
“I agree,” she said, smiling.
“Does this mean then, that you will have lunch with me?”
“Yes, I will. Join me for a drink first?”
“Sure. What are you having?” He slid onto the stool beside her.
“Non-alcoholic wine.” He signaled to the bartender. “I’ll have what the lady is having.”
“So, are you still in university?” she asked.
“No. I graduated from Cambridge two years ago.”
“So, what have you been doing since you graduated?”
“Working as a Visual Designer at Signal House, a Marketing firm.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, I do. What about you? What’s your line of work?”
“I’m the Public Relations Manager at Lavender lullabies.”
“I see you’re not wearing a wedding ring.”
“That’s because I’m not married.”
“I’m very relieved to hear that. What about a boyfriend.”
“Don’t have one. I’m single. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No. I’m single too.”
They chatted for a while longer and until they finished their wine before they headed off to the restaurant where they enjoyed a sumptuous lunch.