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immediately detectible.
    “Declan, thank you for the coffee,” she said as she looked up into my face. I must have looked a little confused. To tell the truth, I was. She smiled a slight smile and said, “Really, it isn’t you. I just need to be going.”
    I thought that I had to make a desperate attempt to salvage this or I might never see this girl again.
    “What if I take you out for coffee sometime? I promise I won’t put my foot in my mouth or anything. You pick the topics for discussion. I’d just really like to see you again.” She looked very hesitant, so I put on my most pathetic and pleading expression and said, “Please?”
    Maybe my pathetic appeal moved her. Maybe the rain gods were smiling. Hell, maybe her dad felt sorry for me and intervened. Whatever it was, the next few words from Aria were the best I could hope for.
    “Okay. I have some things I’m taking care of, but coffee sounds good. Pick me up at The Blackjack?” she said, giving me a ray of hope.
    I nodded like a schoolboy. “Perfect. It’s a date,” I said.
    Then she turned to leave, but before she did, she gave me the beautiful smile I was hoping for.
     

     
    …and as Aria walked back to the Blackjack, she thought that the morning’s events were more than she could have hoped for…

 
     
    T Maybe It’s You – Thompson Square
    TT Ceis Petits Riens – Stacey Kent
    TTT Big Bad Handsome Man – Imelda May

 
     
     
    The days and weeks hadn’t passed uneventfully. I watched Aria on the beach during her walks. Occasionally I would join there, but at times I thought it best to leave her to her thoughts. She would wave and I always nodded back and raised my cup in acknowledgment. Sometimes she would walk up to the house when she saw me, and we would chat for a few moments. She had even accepted a cup of coffee a few times. I was a patient man in most things, but truthfully the anticipation of this date was killing me! Our conversations were becoming more familiar, but I desired more and was looking forward to going out with her. This girl captured my interest more than any supermodel, heiress, or movie star ever had. I was as drawn to Aria as positive is to negative. I couldn’t be certain of what the attraction was, but she magnetized me. I needed to be near her, whether casually talking or from fifty yards away. I was, however, looking forward to being near her today. There was electricity when I was close to her. Anticipating our date I was happy that, finally, that day had arrived.
    There are sixteen steps that lead from the sidewalk to the door of The Blackjack. I had walked up to meet Aria for our date, and I looked up at all the steps of the old beach house. The odd thing about a resort town is that there’s a sign in front of almost every building with the name the owner had given it. The Blackjack was no exception. It looked like it had been built in the nineteen-twenties, much like my own house. As I climbed the stairs, I saw that it had the comfortable Adirondack chairs on the porch, again like my own. I opened the screen door and knocked. I was anxious to see Aria. My beautiful girl quickly came to the door. T
    “Hi,” she said with a big, gorgeous smile that almost knocked me flat.
    “Hi yourself. These are for you.” With a look of surprise she reached out.
    “Oh, thank you, so much! How did you know I loved daisies?” she said and reached to kiss me on the cheek.
    She had to hold on to my arm to balance herself. Never had I been so happy for such a platonic gesture, and I knew I had a schoolboy grin on my face.
    This was a different Aria than I’d seen before. She was beautifully dressed; casual, but lovely. I had only gotten to view her with sports clothes, such as sweatpants, and messier hair. This look was even more pleasing, if that were possible. Her hair had soft waves all down her back, and she had one side tucked behind her ear. She had a white linen top, black jeans, and black sandals. This was such