"You can't turn your phone on and text WHILE YOU'RE in the AIR!! You could make the plane crash!!!" Her friend had chastised her when Emma had confessed this habitual hama asked, to which she received a blank stare. "I don't think so..."
Emma was in Amsterdam for the first time. She glanced at the tarmac momentarily and immediately she cast her eyes back down at her phone. Seven emails from her client and fifteen texts. "In twenty minutes? I don't even think I can write that many coherent emails that quickly....well, apparently neither can she...." She mused silently to herself as she read through the emails and texts.
Suddenly too spontaneously frustrated to keep her inner monologue silent, she said emphatically, "You have GOT to be kidding me." Breaking the reverent silence of the planes occupants.
Her seat mate, who had hitherto been polite, but quiet, turned to her, "With all due respect, it is April fools day..."
"And also Easter." Emma retorted irritated, and shooting a glare up from her phone. But instantly blushing and regretting being so rude to someone who was clearly not to blame for canceling a meeting on her. Emma was fairly used to being spoken to at length on public transportation. Despite her desperate attempts she had been told she was a very approachable person. She'd tried headphones, obviously doing work, being entirely immersed in her phone, waking as fast as she could--inevitably, there someone was to either a- tell Emma their life story, or b-tell her that they were trying Nitrogen coffee for the first time and to attempt to pull her into the old "Who sits around and thinks of this" philosophic conversation, or c-tell her they liked her dress. The last option was Emma's favorite. Obviously. Non-commital, friendly, and reaffirming her fashion choices.
"I'm sorry," she stumbled, "I just flew over here for the quickest breakfast date ever- and my client just CANCELED on me. So now all I have to do is wait around for my return flight." She sighed heavily.
"Well, you can always make the most of your stay. How long will you be here?" The man asked, his peppy tone not changing. Frustratingly, Emma found it contagious. But she was spiteful.
"Well, it would be a shame if you spent your first trip to Amsterdam in the airport for the next eight hours...." he said, leading the conversation. "Let me jot down a few spots for you to check out." He said and bent his head down to the airline napkin-- two lines and he looked up but held the napkin. "When's your flight back?"
"It's difficult for me to keep track with all the time changing. And I'm so hopped up on coffee, I have to double check." She said. She returned to her phone as they debarred the plane. They walked off the plane together and he still hadn't given her the napkin. Genunely interested in hearing suggestions for what to do while in the area, she quizzed him verbally.
"My favorite spot is the flower market. And it sounds like it's going to be a really pretty day. Grab a cup of coffee to keep awake and take a taxi over." He said and smiled, he put the napkin in her hand.
Emma waved goodbye and glanced down at the napkin,
"English Reformed Church, Begijnhof 48, 1012 WV
7 am service
The Flower Market at 11- Singel, 1012 DH
then below, on a slant, as if hurriedly added-- was the last line he must have written while she was looking up her return flight.
"Bring a bottle of your favorite sauvignon and meet me by The River at noon.