First meeting with someone you have already met- A short story for the "Writingprompt"

The Prompt: first tinder date

@Andyman11 was actually Andrew Crestalo. An accountant who managed tax and payrolls for his five regular clients, two restaurants, two pubs and a top of the line auto- body workshop. He had met @Sandr619 via WarmHearts; a dating App he had downloaded and registered with 'foodie' as one of his tags. He had 'met' Sandr619 a few weeks back and they had chatted away for almost an hour. From then on their friendship only grew. She was a baking enthusiast and he was a Bread- man. She was not formally educated in culinary arts but worked as an apprentice chef in a cafe and he had written that he managed the finances of a restaurant- it sounded much better than "Accountant". She had a nice gas oven- the old type- at her home and loved baking, reading her about experiences in the kitchen he was drawn to her. His suggestion about baking muffins in varying temperatures had worked well for her.

Andrew counted himself as an average looking guy. Straight brown hair, side parted, blue eyes, a prominent nose with a generous smile, almost six feet tall not thin, a size 'L' with hands unblemished by scars or calluses. He was very shy for most of his life. Talking to girls he liked was very difficult. When he did meet somebody he liked he almost never gathered the nerve to tell her that he liked her. He was twenty eight years and two girl friends old. And neither of the relationships had lasted more than three months. Now he was wearing a navy blue jacket as promised to @Sandr619 and was waiting for her outside "Frais" the bakery/bristo he had chosen for their brunch date.

@Sandr619 was actually Sandra 'Sandy' Mireen. She had chosen grey chinos and the off-white open collar shirt- Not formal, not very casual, a classy, if slightly dated, look. This was a deliberate deceit, she had taken pains to not let on what her profession was- a server at "Action"a sports cafe and pub, taking orders and delivering meals wearing a fitting, fluorescent pink sports T and bright green spandex tights. Her short blonde hair was combed straight back- a wet look which let the silver hoops in her ears, take the center stage. Silver because they matched her clear grey eyes. She wanted to be as close to the description she had written about herself in her conversations with @Andyman11. She found him very different from the people she met regularly- they never saw beyond her looks. She had many friends but few whom she could talk to and none interested in her baking. @Andyman11 had chosen a small french bakery/ cafe for their brunch meet- a safe first date- he had joked. Sandy was happy about it; one, it was near enough to her rented apartment- a walking distance and two, with brunch she could make her shift at the pub easily.

Sandy spotted the navy blue jacket from twenty paces away, as she rounded the corner. He was facing away from her. She could see he was about six feet, looked OK and the jacket looked expensive. She approached and taking a deep breath questioned. "Andyman11?" He whipped around, startled. "Sandr619?" Sandy nodded, smiling. He remained silent looking at her face for a few moments. Sandy took a step back involuntarily, thinking something was wrong. "I know you." He said, appearing flustered. Sandy waited where she was. Andrew finally understood he was behaving odd. He forced a smile and said. "Please, let's go in." and gestured towards the entrance of the bristo.

Sandy chose a table for two near the window. As they were weaving through people and tables to their seats, she heard @Andyman11 exclaim "Yes." When they sat down opposite each other he said. "I am Andrew and I know you from Action." He smiled and extended his hand Sandy shook his hand but was anxious- he knew about her. Sandy answered. "You know I work tables." Andrew then he said something which put her in a much better mood. "I know you bake." Then he went on. "You don't recognize me... I write the books for Action. I am there every Wednesday for an hour. And I..I... have even tried to... ssspeak with you." His stuttering confession triggered a memory for Sandy. The accountant in the back room. Plaid shirt and tie, flat hair, stutter. Yes, he did look familiar. Andrew somehow continued. "But you are so ... good looking and ... Why would you date online?" "I like to bake and talk about it." Andrew nodded seriously. " I think I understand. For me it is people looking through me, past me. Only my work counts. For you it is the opposite. If not for WarmHearts I would never get to know you, nor would you have looked at me." For the first time Sandy genuinely smiled at him. "I am looking at you. Tell me, do you believe opposites attract?"

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