It was a dark and stormy evening. Jennifer watched the drops
of water hit the window in an apparently random array. She blew a puff of warm
air against the glass and attempted to draw shapes, constellations, letters,
anything between the drops but nothing appeared. Jennifer wiped the glass clean
with her folded napkin, inhaled deeply, and settled into the center of her
seat. It was 6:28.
She liked 6:30. It was the perfect time for a first date,
the hands of her watch aligning perfectly. Noon was also a good time but lunch
dates were difficult to accommodate and other times such as 3:15 or 7:45 were
too oddly timed and they didn’t quite line up the same way. No, 6:30 was best.
