Mary Novak

“An insurance appraiser inquiring about a collection at the Athenaeum.” Is the best answer you come up with.

“She doesn't look like any insurance salesman I have ever seen.” Mary mutters.

“Well, that's for sure.” You joke, which dies an immediate and painful **** with the redhead's cold stare.

“I'm sorry.” You shift gears, trying to focus on your real date. “I'm David, David Anderson.” You extend your hand. “You must be Mary Novak, my apologizes for all the confusion and my rude behavior.”

Mary's reserved defensiveness begins to soften as she gives a shy smile at the touch of your hand. For the first time you get a good look at your blind date. At best she is 5'4”, with a thin waist, average figure, and a bit of a Roman nose. Probably in her late 20's, Mary is certainly attractive, with her most striking figure, at least by your tastes, is her shoulder length rich red hair, which highlighted by fair skin, blue eyes, and framed with black librarian looking eye glasses. Mentally, you cannot help to guess her chest size, which you put at B cup. When you think of Kyle having at least double D's, however, you try to have your thoughts move on, feeling a bit sad that you have so stressed this young woman.

“Dr. Rorbeck has been very insistent that we meet.” You give a friendly nod. “And now that you're hear, I'm very glad she did.”

Mary looks away and gives a nervous pleased blush.

“Shall we?” You offer your right arm.

The thin redhead hesitantly, but excitedly, slides her hand over your outstretch arm.

“Anne, would kill me.” You joke about your mutual friend who has arranged this evening. “If I don't show you a good time, so I better get to work. Dinner first then the Siegel Theatre, I believe is the plan?”