Taking the First Step
The next time Lou visited the gym, he was running late. By the time he arrived, Steph was leaving and nearly knocked him over as she headed out. “Whoa! And hello to you, too!” Lou said, bracing himself to get hit by this oncoming train.
“Oh, hey, Lou.”
“You in a big hurry to get back to the office?”
“Actually, no. I’m not sure why I’m rushing. Just habit. I’m actually taking a couple of days off to collect my thoughts.”
”Got time for a quick cup of coffee?”
She looked at her watch instinctively, then at Lou, and laughed.
When they had finally settled into a local Starbucks on 17th Street—Lou drinking his decaf grande drip coffee and Steph, her tall skim latte—he asked her, “So, how’s it going?”
“Well, if you mean ...