After first meeting Mikey in the Bahamas, Zeni meets up with him again several months later at the same restaurant bar. The scene starts here:
Sure enough, when eight p.m. on the thirty-first of the month rolled around, I found Mikey sitting at the bar of the restaurant where we first met. As I approached him, he rose from his barstool, planting a kiss firmly on my right cheek.
“Zeni, it’s great to see you. You look spectacular this evening.”
“It’s great to see you as well.”
“Another great pair of shoes,” he said, staring down at the strappy, gold, high-heeled sandals I was wearing, which complemented one of my favorite multicolored sundresses.
“Thanks,” I replied, taking a seat on the empty barstool next to Mikey.
“I don’t know if I told you this or not. Or maybe you’ve figured it out for yourself. But I have a little bit of a shoe fetish.”
“No, you never did mention it. But I kinda got that impression from your emails.”
“What can I say? I get really turned on when I see a great-looking pair of women’s shoes. I remember the pair you were wearing the night we met⸺silver, high-heeled sandals that crossed around the ankles—hot, really, really hot.”