Perhaps the poet was waiting for me to go somewhere so I would not disrupt his performance? Since he had not resumed, and did not appear to be about to start back up, I walked across the floor to the coffee bar, my shoes sounding more loudly on the pine floor than I wished them to.

I smiled to Molly. She had sent me the message, so she must want to see me. Taking a seat next to her, I grin and say, "I hope that I haven't missed too much of the performance? Thanks for sending me that message. I'm delighted to see you here again, Molly."

Leaning closer, I kiss her quickly on the cheek, and take in what she's wearing. I may well get a better view than I could last night in the front seat of the car.