A couple of months passed by and Sharona adapted to her new life as a single mother. She had plenty of support from Felicia, Edward and her colleagues at Mason Frank's Designs. There was always someone to stand in for her when she needed time off to take care of J.J. Everything seemed to fall into place.
One afternoon, after working with a very difficult set designer, she needed a pick-me-up. She decided to go to Mel's Coffee Shop for apple pie on her way home. When she arrived, she could see from the outside that it was full of customers and that she would have to wait a while before being served. The idea of having to line up after a miserable day at work didn't seem attractive at all, but she had to have her apple pie.
"Ugh…look at this line," she mumbled when she opened the door.
Still, she went inside and stood in line.
Her phone rang. It was Felicia, wanting to know where she was. After hearing about the long line, she advised her to go to another coffee shop, but Sharona insisted on having Mel's apple pie, even if she had to die waiting.
Twenty minutes passed by very quickly, and she decided to check up on J.J. and the nanny. Once again, she rummaged through her always cluttered purse, searching for her phone. Her car keys dropped and as she reached to pick it up, a man's hand appeared and picked the keys up.
"Here… let me get that for you," he said.
"Th…Thanks," she said, staring at the man.
"We've met before… Don't you remember?" he said.
"Diego," she replied with a broad smile.
"Sharona, if I remember correctly."
"What brings you here?" she asked.
"Well, I developed a penchant for apple pie. I can't get enough of it."
"Mel's is the best, isn't it?"
"Indeed," said Diego.
Finally, it was Sharona's turn to order. She quickly placed her order and so did Diego. The cashier told them that it would be another fifteen minutes before the next batch of pies came out of the oven. They sat at a corner table waiting for their order to be filled.
"So do you live around here?" Sharona asked.
"I actually moved to Edenvale a few months back. And you?"
"Born and raised here on Mel's apple pie."
They sat through an awkward silence.
"Your order is ready, number 33," the cashier called out from behind the counter.
A business executive walked up to the counter, took his two boxes of cinnamon buns and left. Sharona felt as though she desperately needed a couple of margaritas to keep on talking, because she surely wasn't the same person she had been at the Penthouse Grill.
"Small town, but I love it here. It's so peaceful," Diego said, trying to break the silence.
"Yes, it is peaceful. I don't think I will ever be able to live in the city. It's too crowded and busy."
"You never told me what you do for a living," he said.
"We didn't have time to chat, remember? I'm a costume designer for movie sets," she said. Sharona smiled.
"Wow… now that is something! It must be awesome working with famous people."
"I don't get to work with the actors a lot because I only design the costumes. I have mannequin replicas of the actors that I use for their measurements. But once in a while, I do get to do some adjustments on the real deal."
"It beats working in a lab all day, I bet," said Diego.
"Oh, you're that kind of doctor."
"Yes… the scientist kind," he said, but the cashier interrupted before he could continue.
"Numbers 34 and 35, your order is ready."
It was their turn. They both walked up to the counter and collected their orders.
"Well, it seems like we part ways again," said Sharona.
"Only this time, may I have your number, please?" asked Diego.
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Genre – Medical Suspense Thriller
Rating – PG