The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
That Friday night we had a great time. As the evening wore on different groups formed.
I spent the first hour with my coworkers and then saw an old friend at another table. My intention was to spend a few minutes with her. I never did get back to the table with my friends from work.
My old friend and I had much catching up to do. I finally sat down at her table. We had a few laughs and many wild stories to exchange.
During that conversation my old friend said “Do you know that guy over there? He has been staring at you for quite a while.”