Rendezvous

Jon was early as usual at the café. He chose an empty table from which he had a good view of the street and everyone passing by. He wanted to see his date when she arrived.

As he sat there, sipping a latte and fiddling about his brand new mobile phone while scanning the street, he wondered what she would look like. She would be wearing a red top and white linen trousers, that much he knew. Would she arrive on time?

At the exact time of their appointment his phone rang.

"Apollo?" he heard on the other side. "It's me, Aphrodite. Are you there yet?"

"Yes, I'm here, waiting. My table is under the awning, the first one up the street, you can't miss it."

"Good. I'll be with you in five minutes."

So this is it. He was looking forward to finally meeting this mysterious woman. He still loved Irene but after almost eleven years of marriage something didn't feel quite right any more. Ennui? His wife would spend more and more time in her study, claiming she had work to do. So, as a consequence, he, too, spent more time at his computer. He discovered an internet forum which covered many of his interests and to his astonishment soon found himself participating. One member in particular intrigued him. She was writing under the monicker Aphrodite and they seemed to have much in common. He wasn't sure who was the first to suggest a rendezvous but was all for it once the opportunity arose.

"Apollo?"

A soft voice woke him from his reveries. He stood up, taking off his sunglasses.

"Aphro..."

"YOU?!" two voices shouted at the same time.

There they stood, staring at each other, husband and wife.