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Gunn reached the register and ordered two Carmel Macchiato’s, surprised that a woman almost half his age was sitting at a table waiting for him. He thought that she must be nearly at least 20 years younger than him. Gunn wondered why she would be interested since she could have any guy she wanted.

He took the drinks, walked back and sat down, noticing that she was twirling her hair and smiling at him again. “Thanks,” she said, taking it with her right hand and taking a sip.

“Your welcome,” Don said taking a sip as well.

“You’re not married, are you?” Kim asked.

The question caught him off guard.

“I didn’t see a ring on your finger but some men take it off.”

“I wouldn’t do that. And no. I’m not married. Anymore that is. My wife died about 6 months ago.”

She put her hand to her mouth. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” she replied, suddenly rubbing his hand.

“I guess you met someone else that never told you he was married.”

“Yes. It was a long time ago.”

“When?”

“When I was in college at UCLA.”

“Oh, when did you graduate?”

“3 years ago.”

Gunn chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You realize I graduated a lot longer than that.”

“Are you hung up on my age?” Kim asked.

“Well, yes.”

“If it makes you feel any better, the guy that didn’t tell me that he was married was actually 45.”

“Oh. How long ago was that?”

“About 3 years ago.”

Don bobbed his head, taking another sip of his drink.

“Don’t think that guys my age are so great. For example” - here, she took another sip of her drink - “I went out with this guy about 2 weeks ago. Went to a movie. Guy flick. The Expendables. Like I would be interested in that.”

“I could think of better movies.”

“After the movie, he sees some guy looking at me and the next thing you know, he starts a fight with him.”

“Guess he was jealous.”

“Would you start a fight over it.”

“Well, no.”

“I mean, sure, guys look at me all the time but if I’m with you, then you’ll pick a fight every night with someone.”

“I guess.”

“I mean, I’m sure your wife was pretty?”

Gunn smiled. “Yes, she was.”

“Did guys always look at her?”

“I guess I tried not to notice. Usually, I was looking at her.”

“See.”

“I guess I get the point.”

“Mind if I asked how she died?”

“Car accident.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

She licked her lips, taking another sip of her drink. “You probably don’t even want to talk about it?”

“Nope, not really.”

“Okay, let’s change the subject.”

“Not sure what to change it to.” He glanced at his watch, saw it was after 5:00.”

“Getting late for you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, grinned. “Didn’t mean to look at it.”

“So, what were your plans for the evening?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he replied, looking at her dark eyes. “Go home, have some Italian food for dinner. Watch the Phillies game.”

“Not very exciting.”

“How about you?”

“Thinking about going to Grizzlies for dinner and then have some drinks.”

“Not familiar with that place.”

“It’s down by the docks. Wanna come with me?”

He raised his eyebrows out of surprise. “Never thought I’d see the day when a woman asked me out.”

“Come on, that’s not true. You’re a good looking guy.”

He put his hands on his knees and narrowed his eyes. “I think I’m nearly twice your age.”

“Doesn’t bother me. Remember, I went out with a Professor at UCLA that was older than you.”

“What did he teach?”

“History.”

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“Usually, the answer is okay, let’s go,” she replied, tugging his hand as she stood up. “It will probably take us about 45 minutes to get there from here.”

“You don’t have a car?”

“I do but I took the bus here. Not big on driving.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”