A few minutes later, she came outside holding a cup of coffee and sat at the table right next to Blair's. Her chair was so close to his that he could have reached over and touched her on her right shoulder. There were four other empty tables on the patio. Why had she sat at this one, so close to him? Was she telling him that she was available? Was she hoping that he would make a move?
Blair went back to his book. But he wasn't reading the words; he was thinking about the woman. What could he say to her? How could he break the ice? What was a good line? "What blend are you drinking?" "Your perfume smells nice." "Weren't we in the same art class?"