Nan found the note attached with a paperclip to her typing stand. “Meet me at Coops, midnight.” She ripped the little yellow sticker from the metal paper holder. “It’s Manny. I didn’t even know he was in town.”
She closed down her PC, waved at Lee, and rushed to the elevator; then held it open with her shoe while she adjusted her briefcase shoulder belt. “Sheesh, it’s ten till, I'll never make it.”
She flew out the employee entrance and jumped in her little Civic. Lucky for me, Christmas eve and little traffic. She raced through the streets of the French
Quarter until she came to Decatur Street. A parade of Christmas tourists crossed the street in front of her. “They ought to be home with loved ones, I guess some people simply don’t understand Jesus’ birth.”
She pulled in the French Market parking lot – it was nearly empty. “Good.” There was a crisp mist falling when she got out of the car. She wrapped her jacket tightly around her body, crossed the street, and rushed into the all night bar. Manny was seated at a table reading the paper.
“Manny!” She screamed loud enough a dozen customers turned on their bar stools. “What are you doing here?”
He grinned in a way Nan knew there was something ornery afoot.
“Okay. Spill it.”
Manny opened his jacket and produced a small black box. He opened the lid. "Merry Christmas."
Outside of the restaurant a gentle snow began to fall.