First Contact

I have to admit, my palms were a little sweaty but I glanced over at her again,
thought "Wow!" and told myself, "Here goes!"

"Hi! How are you this evening?"

"Fine, thank you. How are you?"

"Doing good. My name's Scott."

"Melinda."

"Nice to meet you! Is that a...?"

"Metropolitan. They make a very good version of it here."

"Oh. I'm going to try that. Can I get you another?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Yes, thank you," she said with a beautiful laugh, "I'm sorry. I'm not usually that nitpicky, really.
That's just always been a pet peeve of mine."

"Mmm. Uh, may I get you another?"

"Let me guess—teacher?"

"English Department—our local halls of ivy."

I tried not to let it completely show how surprised and impressed I was.
Anyway, why should I be so surprised?

"Wow! I'm going to have to watch my P's and Q's!"

"Oh, I'm more interested in H's and R's."

"H's and R's?"

"Honesty and Respect."

"Ah. Well, not to worry; I am a notorious, shameless but sincere teacher's pet."

That beautiful laugh again. As the years went by, I was always able to make her laugh.

          

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