I arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes late. Sitting outside, I saw a redhead who looked like the woman I expected to meet, but to be safe I pretended not to notice and walked by her and into the coffee shop. Glancing around quickly, I saw no other likely persons who met the description I looked for.

I walked back out the door and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Me, are you The One I’m Waiting For?”

“Yes, I am, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. Sorry, I’m a bit frazzled, I just backed my car into a light pole.”