She was 20 minutes late and I was thinking that she flaked so I had decided to just finish my drink and roll when a message came in. She sent me a pic from work. A sad puppy face. She apologized for her last client holding her up and asked if I was still there. I told her that I was just a few sips away from leaving, the pic saved her and she would have to do something special to make it up to me. She arrived 20 minutes later and did her best to make things right. She even bought her own drinks and one of mine. What she did later can be summed up in two words: Holy S**t! For me, the red pill has been stuck halfway down for a while, but I think that it has finally washed down. Damn, I feel good.
