Inhaling the sweet smell of lilacs, I floated along, content as could be. That is, until I saw him. The good-looking neighbor from down the road. His arms were weighted down with groceries and he was 30 feet away and closing in.
My heart began to pound as I mentally reviewed what I would say,
“Hi” No, my nerves will make it sound too high-pitched.
“What’s up?” No. Too casual.
Shit! What should I say? “Hey”. I’ll say hey.
Just as I opened my mouth to form the greeting I had decided on, the slack in the leash became taut and I realized in horror that Riley had decided on a greeting of her own. Ignoring the treat in my left hand, she leapt up on the handsome stranger, front paws landing squarely on his stomach.
I immediately admonished Riley, but was too flustered to mutter an apology for her (probably because I hadn’t recited it).
After we were a safe distance away, I glanced at the handsome stranger’s retreating form, turned to Riley, and whispered, “Good girl.”