Bertram sat at home, sipping a hot latte and reading a travel magazine. He loved coffee and adventure and dreamed of visiting exotic places and meeting new friends. He had a good life, but he felt something was missing. He wanted someone to share his passion and excitement with.

He thought of Beatrice, the woman he had met a few weeks ago. She wore a white Southern Belle hat, a brown mini skirt with suspenders, and a white blouse. She looked elegant and charming, and she had a sweet smile that melted his heart. They had chatted for a while, and he learned that she also loved coffee and enjoyed the finer things in life. She had a good sense of humor and a gentle voice that soothed his ears. He felt a connection with her, and he wanted to see her again.

He had her phone number but was too nervous to call her. He was afraid that she might not remember him or that she might not be interested in him. He was afraid of rejection and disappointment. He had been hurt before, and he didn’t want to go through that again. He wondered if she felt the same way about him or had already forgotten him.

He decided to take a chance and call her. He took out his phone and dialed her number. He waited for her to answer, his heart pounding in his chest.

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“Hello?” a familiar voice said.

“Hi, Beatrice. It’s Bertram. We met a few weeks ago. Do you remember me?” he said, hoping that she would.

“Of course, I remember you, Bertram. How are you?” she said, sounding happy and surprised.

“I’m good, thank you. How are you?” he said, feeling relieved and excited.

“I’m fine, thank you. It’s so nice to hear from you. What’s up?” she said, sounding curious and interested.

“Well, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime. Maybe for a coffee or something?” he said, feeling nervous and hopeful.

“I would love that, Bertram. That sounds wonderful,” she said, sounding delighted and flattered.

“Really? That’s great. How about tomorrow? I know a nice place near the park. It has the best coffee in town.” he said, ecstatic and grateful.

“Tomorrow sounds perfect. I love the park. And I love coffee. You know me so well.” she said, amused and impressed.

“Great. I’ll pick you up at your place at 10 a.m. Is that okay?” he said, feeling eager and confident.

“That’s fine. I’ll be ready. I’m looking forward to it, Bertram.” she said, sounding sweet and sincere.

“Me too, Beatrice. Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Bye for now.” he said, feeling happy and content.

“Bye, Bertram. Take care,” she said, feeling warm and cozy.