My phone buzzed as the new message came in. Without even picking it up, I knew who it was from – Christy.
“I’m here” was all it said.
We had been chatting on Kik for well over a month at this point, and our schedules had finally aligned where we would be in the same city at the same time.
I had arrived in London earlier that day, having taken a red eye from D.C. whereas she had already been in town for a few days at this point. After some consulting of our schedules, we decided to meet in the bar at my hotel, the Grand Marriott.
Looking once more in the full length mirror, I adjusted my tie. Nothing super fancy, but still a decent silk tie surprisingly not from a department store. The charcoal suit fit my 5 foot 7 inch frame quite well, even for an off the rack number. Pays to have them tailored, that’s for sure. Gave myself a quick once over to make sure nothing was amiss. Black square point dress shoes were clean. Charcoal slacks were neatly pressed, no funky wrinkles in them. Jacket fitting just right, sleeves exposing just the right amount of cuff of the faintly pinstriped black shirt. Yes, this will do fine I thought to myself.