Alice felt like a stalker. Maybe she was one. After all, she’d stood outside John’s office, just out of sight, listening to him tell a coworker all about how he brought his golden retriever to the Piedmont Dog Park every Saturday morning, bright and early. Stella, Alice’s skittish Pomeranian, curled up in Alice’s lap, bored, ready to leave.
Alice took a long sip of her coffee and took another surreptitious look at the entrance. No sign of John. She felt like an idiot. It was probably some big prank. Someone from the office was in the bushes, watching her, taking video of her being made a fool of. It was just so hard to get a guy to ask a girl out these days. She didn’t know how many more hints she could drop. Drastic times.
Just then, she saw a flash of yellow darting across the grass, John looking adorably rumpled, chasing after it. Alice fluffed her hair, then Stella’s, and called out to John.
“Hey, stranger! I didn’t know you came here too!”