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Now for a touch of romance (awww):

“Make this the first line of your story:  Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting.”

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting.  This was it.  Do or die.  Sink or swim.  No more shrinking violet.

Three tables separated them.  His dark head rotated slowly right to left as he scanned the room.  He hadn’t seen her yet.

Two tables away.  He sipped his drink and wiped his mouth, always the tidy one.

One more table.  The text message her friend sent him arrived.  His head shot up.  Their eyes met and he smiled.

“I hoped it would be you.”