Two weeks after the eventful train ride, I had finally called her. I didn’t even know her name and she didn’t know mine, but I plucked up my courage and called the number she had written on the note that she had given to me. After the initial surprise that I had actually called, she had sounded happy and excited to talk.
I discovered that her name is Gloria and that she lives about half an hour away. We decided to get together for a drink on a Friday night to get to know each other and we’ve haven’t stopped meeting since. She’s told me about her job as a nurse and that she had moved to the area after her studies, preferring the quiet over the city noise just like me.
Today was our 4th date and we were telling each other about our lives and what had been going on. Summer was in full swing and we were enjoying our glasses of wine on her terrace while the evening sun shone its golden light upon our faces. I leant my arms on her table after putting my glass of wine back down and enjoyed the view of her backyard. She had a willow tree in the far corner and a small pond with a little waterfall with a few fish in it. A big outdoor daybed was next to it, with an umbrella to provide shade against the sun and a few side tables.