Alice looked away from the book held up in her face, finally acknowleding that she has lost the battle against her wandering mind. She took a glance at her watch while bring the glass to her mouth, only to discover, all that was left were a bunch of melting ice cubes clinking in the glass. Her hands reached into her purse, retrieving a pocket mirror with which she checked herself for the umpteen time.
They were to meet at 11am, at the food oulet where they usually hanged out. She has just return from a trip to the other side of earth and had resisted the urge to meet him after touching down. She had decided that she was not ready to see him after a long, weary 12 hour flight.
Somehow, she found herself at the table an hour early. And time had seemed to passed ever so slowly since she took the seat.
As she waited for her glass to be refilled, her mind started to wander again. How would she react when she finally saw him? How would he react? They have only been keeping in touch through emails for the past year. She started to wonder if he looked any different. And, would he recognise her?
She had playback this very scene in her mind from the day his first email came.
She would set up a meeting. He would come in just on time. His lean body, naturally messy hair, never failing to look relaxed. He would look around, spot her and walk over. He would then smile to her while taking his seat. She would then take a breath and tell him all the feeling that she had kept to herself for the past year. She would then hope for the best and react accordingly.
This was going to be her first confession and it had taken her forever to be ready for it.
She had rehearsed her speech while dreaming of this scene throughout the night as she laid in bed, waiting for the sunrise.
As she was buried in her thoughts, the bell on the door shook. He entered thereafter.
Just as she had imagined it, he entered at 11am, smiled at her and took his seat.
The moment has began...
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