Anne arrived at five before noon -- she had always been compulsively punctual, and despite the more laid back atmosphere of her field, and the apparent nonattention to time that characterized the university, it seemed hard wired into her. There was, of course, also the fact that she was inescapably anxious to meet this mysterious man. Had he been the mysterious, dark man from those drams she blushed to mention? She wasn't sure want she would do if he was.
And while she typically dressed in what might best be described as academic chic, instead of her usual blazer over jeans and heels, she'd donned a deep violet dress. Yes, a dress. For some reason, the very thought of meeting him made her want to look -- well, pretty. She tried to rationalize it away in her head the whole short cab ride over.
She knew the restaurant, after all, she'd been in Athens the past couple of years, and everyone knew about Premiere. But she had never actually been there. The place was, to say the very least, a showcase of fine dining. The host greeted her warmly, and showed her to the table the instant she mentioned Eddie's name.
Then, she saw him. Everything seemed to stop for a moment.
It had been six months since she had seen him, dark and handsome in all his glory in his domain. There were no words -- there would be plenty of time for that later.
She blinked the thoughts away, still looking a little dazed, and smiled when she was in front of his table.
"You must be Eddie?" she half-asked, in very Oxford English.but she knew the answer already.