I put my phone down after I answer her. Grabbing a plate from the cabinet, I put the pastries on it and then cut up the fruit. I start the coffee and then hear the doorbell ring. I walk to it and see that it’s the delivery guy with two bags. I grab the bags and head back into the kitchen and open them. Eggs and pancakes and some French toast.

When the bell rings again twenty minutes later, I know it’s her. I get up from the couch and look down at myself. Maybe I should have changed; my heart speeds up just a touch, and my hands get clammy. I walk to the door and open it with a smile on my face, and it’s a good thing because she literally takes my breath away. She stands there looking like she just walked off the runway. She’s wearing a light pink long flowy skirt with a brown belt and a white camisole with spaghetti straps and not a bra strap in sight. Her long black hair tucked into her tan hat that she is wearing. “Well, well, well,” I finally say, and she walks in. Now I see the sexiness to the skirt, her entire legs are exposed to her thighs when she walks, exposing her tan strappy sandals.

“Well, well, well,” she counters and comes to me, kissing me on the lips. “Took you long enough,” she says and walks into the foyer, and I close the door behind her.

“It took me long enough?” I shake my head and see her looking around. “It took you two years to call me.”

“Yet it took you a day to call me back.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and her tits just push up even more.

“Someone told me that good things come to those who wait.” I remind her of what she told me.

“Well, I guess the wait is finally over,” she says, and I walk to her, take her hand, and bring it to my lips.

“It’s a nice day. Let’s eat outside,” I say and pull her with me toward the kitchen. We walk out of the little door, and she gasps at the view.

“This is beautiful,” she says, seeing the skyline and then walking to the railing. “We should eat outside.”

“Do you want to sit on the couch?” I say, pointing to the left at the face-to-face loveseats with a table in the middle. “Or do you want to sit at the table?” I point at the other side table with two bench chairs.

“Hmm.” She turns and puts her elbows on the railing, and she looks at me, but with the way her hat is I, can’t really see the color of her eyes. I walk over to her and take her hat off her head.