“Della,” I replied. Did she not come here looking for me? Why did she seem so surprised?
“What are you doing here?” She asked as a pleased smile started to form on her lips. I never told her my last name. On purpose. I didn’t want the one-night-stand to turn into anything more. Although over the past four months I’d kicked myself for not giving her my number. I’d wondered where she was and if she was going to come back this way anytime soon. Now, here she stood. In my country club.
I cannot wait for this, can you?
Of course not, you'd be insane if you couldn't.
Anticipation is the key...