Thankfully it wasn’t as windy as it could have been as I hastened to my rendezvous with Donal. I had chosen to dress in a lavender-colored shirt and white pants, a multi-patterned purple scarf, with violet hat and gloves to match, and my jacket and boots. When I arrived, I saw him waiting for me just inside the door.
“Nye,” he said in greeting, his dark gray scarf darkening his eyes to slate and perfectly matching the gray and blue ensemble he wore this evening. He had taken the time to go home and change. I was surprised and flattered.
“Donal,” I replied. He led the way further inside and chose a table at the far end of the café, where it was quieter.
“Would you like a latte?” he asked as he removed his scarf and carefully hung it over the back of his chair.
“Black is fine.”
He smile
