Isaac was sure he was hallucinating. Things like this never happened to him.
He somehow reached his flat, sat on the sofa, holding his groceries, marvelling.
If the woman was old enough to be his grandmother or ugly, or married with kids, that would be a basic Isaac paradigm. But Rachel was beautiful, young and seemed unattached. And she had asked him to lunch… asked him….
That’s a first.
What he needed to do was analyse every second of their encounter to somehow get her to go with him to the cocktail party.
He didn’t think getting a new hair style or wearing a different shirt would matter. He had to find something within him which would not exactly attract Rachel, but encourage her to go with him.