Clara Grant and Rhys Ryston had never met in person. Although they were in frequent contact, they'd never even seen pictures of each other.
But the moment the girl turned and saw her, their eyes met, and Clara Grant knew at once that she was Rhys Ryston.
Sure enough, the girl saw her and started walking over.
When she drew near, Clara Grant stood up. They both offered a small smile.
"You're Clara, right?"
"And you must be Ryston?"
They spoke at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled.
Clara Grant gestured to the seat across from her. "Ryston, please, have a seat."
Rhys Ryston sat down and asked, "Have you been waiting long?"
"I just got here myself," Clara Grant said. A waiter had already approached their table, so she asked Rhys Ryston, "What would you like to drink?"
Rhys Ryston looked up at the waiter. "A latte, please. Thank you."
Clara Grant wasn't picky, so she ordered the same. "Make that two, thank you."
