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He was late, and my ire was bristling. My indignation seethed, as it wasn’t the first time. His casual attention to punctuality really got on my goat.
We had a restaurant reservation, and it was a restaurant where if you were late chances were they would give your table away.
I’d tried to explain this to him so many times, and always he promised to be ready on time.
I sat at the window looking down the street anticipating his arrival.
The longer I sat there, the more hostile I was becoming. In my mind, I thought of every nasty thing I could say to him. I hated being late.
Just as tension within me was at breaking point, I spied his sauntering gait rounding the corner. He looked up and gave me a wave attached to it was the smile I fell for every time.
Immediately every bad thought slipped out of my mind as I grabbed my things and heading out the door to meet him.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/05/07/fffaw-challenge-166th/
Morpethroad 
Hahahaha! Lucky for him she melts by his smile! 🙂 Great story, Michael!
Some people are just lucky aren’t they?
Hahahaha! Yes!
I have no time for lateness … his smile would not have melted me!
well written, you really take us there …
Oh those are strong words Kate, I’m sure his smile might entice a flutter in your heart.
nada, better than him have tried 😉
I hope you got there in time and enjoyed your meal!
Welcome to Keith’s Ramblings!
Thanks keith, I’m sure it was delicious.
The guy sure has all the luck in the world
He certainly does.
I’m like that too, no excuse for lateness! Nice one Michael.
Thanks so much Iain.
I’d rather be half an hour early than five minutes late. As for the winning smile? yes and no. It might melt my heart, but I’d still be mad if it was an important occasion!
Good story Michael.
Being late is a nasty habit. Maybe his charm won’t last forever…
I think his true self will shine through and she’ll see him for what he is. String in her along.
One can only hope!
Having him arrive late all the time would drive me absolutely bananas. LOL I’m punctilious in my punctuality. I think I’d be telling him to meet me at the restaurant – or telling him the booking was for an hour earlier than it was. 😉
Yes lateness drives me mad as well.
Ahhhh, love can be blind, can’t it. LOL!
It can indeed Donna. Thanks for stopping by.
I often wonder if unpunctualality and a careless attitude is part of the same gene cluster. Great story.
Thanks so much.