He thought it was their first date; she knew it was their anniversary. Jennifer had been planning this moment for quite some time. It was roughly three weeks before when she spotted William at his favorite restaurant. Sitting in the corner booth. Just after twelve. Alone.

Jennifer had married right out of college. Pregnant soon after. She took on an accounting position and became accounting manager by twenty-five. Life was good.

Then tragedy struck. Her Hugo, her husband and father of her nineteen-year-old daughter Isabella, suffered a sudden and unexpected heart attack. and died instantly. That was four years ago.

Jennifer and Isabella each had their own coping mechanisms. Isabella focused on getting into Illinois State to earn a scholarship. Jennifer put all her efforts into becoming a partner at the corporation at which she was working. It hasn’t happened yet, but it is getting close. Her hair that was a platinum blonde in high school, has now turned a sandy brown. With peach toned skin and hour glassed five-foot four figure, she did not look much older than her college graduation picture.

She had gotten a flat tire that day. She called for a tow truck, and her car brought to F&F tire. There was a thirty-minute wait, so she went next door to Uncle Johns’ restaurant. She had never been there before, but it was within walking distance.

That’s when she saw him. It was as if she thought her eyes were deceiving her. It couldn’t be him. After a double take, she came to the realization that it was him. William Wayne Henderson. Her first true love.

He was at the homecoming football game that she was a cheerleader for. There alma mater, the Spartans, won a close game before a capacity crowd. While everyone was looking forward to the dance that was to follow, Jennifer was discreetly trying to get away without anyone being the wiser.

No one had bothered to invite her. She was about to go alone. At her mother’s insistence. That’s when he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and immediately fell for him. He had on a black leather jacket and torn jeans with his jet-black hair slicked back. He was smoking. But she didn’t care about any of that. All she saw was his crystal clue eyes.

“Hey, I am Billy. You are in my math class,” William said with a mumbled shy tone. “Your Jenny, right?”

“Um, yes I am Billy,” she answered as she looked around nervously, not sure where this was going.