The touch silenced her - and her concerns - completely. The worry smoothed out of her face, and her eyes were softer, then. Their waiter arrived just afterward, bringing the fruit she'd ordered. Late was better than not, she thought, and she told the sheepish man with a smile just for him.
Kiwi made everything better.
She set a few slices on her own plate and worked on creating a strawberry-jammed croissant, over which the kiwi would go. And then, most happily, she settled into the joy of telling someone all about the City.