At 7:00 that evening, Judd, wearing a blue dress shirt and jeans, sat at the bar of an upscale chain restaurant at Downtown at the Gardens. It was not the kind of place hed have chosen, he thought as he sipped his Yeungling draft. But hed invited Kit to pick the place, and he assumed it was a restaurant with which she was comfortable.
Twenty minutes later, he was checking his phone to see if hed missed a message from her when he heard someone call his name. He turned to see a petite young woman making her way toward him. Her dress was short and black, her shoes, black stilettos, and while her short spiky hair had been jet black in her profile picture, it was now accented with a purple swath spiking up in the middle.
Hi, sorry Im late. I just couldnt get my act together, you know? She smiled and proffered a black-manicured hand. Im Kit.
Judd slid off his stool and shook her hand. Im Judd. Yeah, I was starting to get worried. Its nice to meet you.