Naturally, she'd geared up for that. She constantly took COVID test and masked up. She really knew the measures she had to take. She'd taken the vaccine and boosted. She even took the other vaccine too. Yes, she was doing her best to stay out of trouble. And then she met Dan.
It had been kind of a funny story seeing him time after time at the Farmer's Market. He never bought anything. Oh, sure he ate cake and pie, but never loaded down with fresh vegetables. They'd eaten together more than once. In fact, they looked for each other.
Still, she didn't know that much about him. At least, he worked at the police department. That was promising. Possibly. Of course, it was in the evidence room. Naturally, he never gave away anything about his job or what he liked.
But then he told her he didn't believe in the vaccine.
"What? You work at the police department and you haven't had the vaccine?" For the first time, Delia sounded like a real mother. She couldn't help her swelled frown. Why did he had to be this way.
"Well, I never see anyone." It sounded as if he had the loneliest job on the planet.
"But still," she sighed, thinking this might be the last time she even came to the Farmer's market. The last time she'd ever see Dan.
"We can't see eye to eye on everything," he informed her. Of course, he'd bought her the buttercream cake she'd wanted. "And I bet you don't even drink wine, either."
She looked at him wide-eyed.
"Uh, no." She didn't know what he was getting at.
"Not like I'm a wino or anything," he said. Delia couldn't help but laugh. Truly, Dan didn't look like he would know what kind of wine would go with anything.
"But I like a good hearty red wine with a steak," he nodded.
"What kind of wine would go with cake?" She asked.
"A plum wine, of course, even a sherry would do."