She was a pretty one, blonde and pink-lipped, with pearly blue eyes. A gold nameplate on the swell of her breast said "Margot," and I gave Margot a sm...le. Her fingers were ring-less, and she caught me peeking at her hands, and she quickly covered her left hand with the right, an embarrassed gesture, as if she were naked and hiding her privates.I leaned against the reservation desk and gave Margot my biggest smile. "I'm sorry, Margot," I began, and Margot blushed. But Margot was a pistol, her. Talking to her was effortless and I wanted to see where this was going. “Would you like to grab a coffee?” I asked. “I sure would and I know just the place”. I paid the bar tab and we headed for the door. As I started to hail a cab, she interrupted, “Let’s just walk, it’s only a few blocks” I agreed and we walked the few blocks to a nice apartment building. She opened her purse and fished out some keys. “I make better coffee than anyone around here, hope you don’t mind” Mind? Hell, this was. What if she rejected him? Maybe it was a chance he had to take. For his own sake as well as for hers.Alex knew that if he wanted to change his relationship with Maria words were not enough. He had to seduce her slowly, treating her how he would have if he were trying to catch a girl's attention and then ask out on a date. However he didn't want to make it too blatantly obvious in case it backfired. He tried to build up his courage since the beginning of the year and now it was early summer of. “What would you do, Phil?” she asked aloud as she looked toward her unconscious husband.He said nothing, his expression slack and his skin a bit mottled.“Don’t you dare die on me,” she hissed out as she fought back tears.We’ve been married since shortly after high school, and we’ve always made our major decisions together. Phil, if you don’t wake soon, it looks as if I’ll be making all our decisions — major and minor.Shaking her head as if she could change things, she almost defiantly continued.