The Weekday One Hundred

“Hey stranger,” she said, sliding into the bus seat next to me.

My heart started to race. My face felt hot. This was no stranger. We had co-chaired the school fundraiser a few months back. Flirty conversation and too many cocktails later we ended up in a pricey hotel room.

We agreed to never speak of it again.

But now we were two parents chaperoning a bunch of eighth graders on their annual field trip to DC. A weekend alone and our significant others nowhere in sight.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make it weird,” she whispered.

I didn’t believe her.