The Headhunter

I walked into the Johnny Rockets in the mall exactly on time. There were only three people in there. Besides the waitress, there were a fat, balding guy and a large-boned woman in a cream silk suit and a lot of makeup. I tried to look at the woman without staring. Could the headhunter be in drag? No, he just wasn't here yet.

I started to go back out, when the fat guy said, "Libby?"

I drew in my breath and turned sharply. No way! That couldn't be him. After we had concluded our business and I had accepted the new job, the headhunter had asked me to lunch to celebrate. We were both single, and over the phone I had asked him what he looked like - so I could recognize him, of course.

He had told me that he was a body builder, and a lot of other wonderful things. I was almost intimidated. But, I arranged to meet him anyway.

Slowly, I walked over to the fat guy's booth.

"Sit down," he urged.

I sat.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. No!" I pasted on a smile.

"Something's wrong," he insisted. "What is it?"

"Well, that whole body builder thing..." I floundered.

He replied a little nervously, "Oh, yea. Well, I just started."

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This is my submission for this weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge. This weekend's challenge was to write an actual account of something that had happened to us that featured the number...three!