She settled with a book in her comfortable armchair to wait.
Halfway through the first chapter her phone rang.
“Jenny? It’s Greg next door. I wondered if you’d like to come over for coffee?”
“Be there in five,” she replied, smiling.
She checked the mirror, picked up the pie and went next door.
She’d tried flirting, short skirts and exotic perfume to no avail.
Then remembered her mother’s words, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!’