"Is this seat taken?" a voice said.

I opened my eyes. It was Jess, looking rested and stunning in rose-colored sunglasses -- a detail not lost on me -- and flowing, low cut spring dress.

"It would be for anyone but you," I said, letting the good feelings of the day and my light buzz direct my tone.

She sat and said with sincerity, "Thank you."

Before we could get started, the waiter came over and asked if Jess needed a glass.

"Why not," she said. "It's a beautiful day."

"So," I said. I didn't take off my sunglasses, but seeing her squirm in her chair, I could tell she...