He shook his head. “Nobody’s come through the door like that. I think I’d remember if I’d seen her.”
It was another beautiful spring day. Bonnie accepted a seat at one of the outside tables, even though it was a bit cool. She figured Selina would be more comfortable in the fresh air. She didn’t know her new friend well enough to know if Selina was always late, but she hadn’t been early any of the other times they met. It didn’t occur to her that Selina wouldn’t show up until a neighborhood church rang a single bell for one o’clock.
“I guess she’s not coming,” Bonnie admitted to the waiter who took her order.
But before the soup arrived, a shadow fell across the table.
Selina vaulted over the empty flower boxes separating the café from the rest of the sidewalk. “I’m so late I thought you might have left already.”
Bonnie squinted into the sunlight. She couldn’t tell if Selina was sorry that she was late or sorry that Bonnie had waited. As a matter of fact, Bonnie almost couldn’t tell if it was Selina Kyle standing in front of her. Her hair was trimmed fashionably short, her clothes were brand new and quite stylish.
“I got some money over the weekend,” Selina said preemptively, pulling out the other chair at the table. “It was about time I got myself some new clothes. One thing led to another and here I am, late as usual.”
“You look real nice—but so different. Are you comfortable? I mean, do you still feel like yourself?”
Selina’s answer was a shrug as she reached for the menu. Bonnie felt foolish.