«Did I get it right? Yesterday you were on bus number 16, around five-thirty in the evening, and dropped these,» he handed her the gloves. «Yes, those are mine,» Mary confirmed embarrassedly, taking the gloves. «Thank you for returning them, but.
How did you know where I work?» «There was a transit pass in one of the gloves,» the man explained. «It had your last name and a note about benefits for education workers. I called the department of education, said I found documents, and they told me which school you teach at.
I hope you don’t consider this an excessive intrusion into your private life.» He smiled slightly, and fine wrinkles fanned out from the corners of his eyes. «Not at all, thank you for the trouble,» Mary replied, feeling her cheeks flush slightly.
«No one had shown her such attention in a long time. That’s very kind of you.» «And this is for you,» he handed her the bouquet of chrysanthemums.
«A small compensation for the inconvenience.» «You really didn’t have to.» «It was worth it,» he gently objected.
«You know, on the way here I thought it would be nice to invite you for a cup of coffee. As an apology for the intrusion.» At another time, Mary would probably have politely declined.
But today something prompted her to agree. Maybe yesterday’s conversation with Sophie, or just tiredness from loneliness. «Actually, I have an hour before I need to pick up my daughter from music school.»..
«Perfect,» Victor brightened. «I know a great place nearby, in the old mansion of merchant Vanderbilt. They make amazing coffee and cake, like in the old days, remember?» «I remember,» Mary smiled.
«Angel food cake?» «Exactly.» Victor beamed as if they had just discovered an important detail uniting them. The cafe turned out to be cozy, with heavy velvet curtains and copper lamps styled antique.
Mary involuntarily recalled how in childhood her mom took her to a similar place on special holidays, and they were given cloth napkins, and the waitresses wore lace aprons. «Tell me about yourself,» Victor asked when they were brought coffee and two angel food cakes on elegant porcelain plates with blue rims. «What’s there to tell,» Mary shrugged.
I’ve been working in school for over twenty years, English language and literature. Husband died three years ago in a car accident. Daughter Sophie, 10 years…
Ordinary life. «There are no ordinary lives in this world,» Victor objected seriously. «Each is unique in its own way.
I’m a widower too, my wife died five years ago from cancer. We had no children. I work in a construction company, manage projects.»
They talked for almost an hour, and Mary was surprised at how easy it was with this essentially stranger. Victor told interesting stories. About work, travels, books he’d read lately.
No falseness, no desire to impress. Just a conversation between two adults. When it was time to go, Victor asked for her phone number.
«If you’ll allow, I’d like to invite you to the theater next weekend. They’re doing The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, in the staging by a famous director, they’ve restored the 70s production.» Mary hesitated, but only for a moment.
With pleasure, she replied, and dictated the number. The whole way to the music school, Mary thought about the strange meeting. Victor seemed reliable, intelligent, one of those now called «old school.»
He listened attentively, didn’t interrupt, asked questions, genuinely interested in the answers. And he smelled of good cologne, and his suit fit perfectly, which is rare these days. Sophie noticed the change in her mother’s mood as soon as she entered the music school hallway.
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