A night out with an old friend.
But she had a case of butterflies, surprising since she’s known him for nearly forty years, ever since they were seatmates in the first grade.
Tonight was different though. Tonight was a real date.
They had made one of those silly little pacts ages ago, swearing to give romance a shot if they both ended up single come middle age. And much to her amusement, he followed through.
She finished applying lipstick and then paused, taking a long hard look in her bedroom mirror.
She smiled. Maybe this was more than a date.
The Weekday One Hundred 