The traffic isn’t too bad given that it’s a Friday evening and I make my way to the address on the last WhatsApp message I received from him. Parking in the basement parking lot of a City Centre high rise, I take a minute to collect my thoughts and, pulling my sun visor down to catch a glimpse of myself in the little vanity mirror, I hold my stare, searching for your reflection in my eyes.
My heart and mind are racing in competition with each other and I try not to think too much as I take my work tunic off and change my ballet pumps for brown leather heeled ankle-high boots that fit snugly over tight black trousers…. ballet pumps aren’t appropriate for a meeting like this.
I glance at my phone and think about you. My phone hasn’t pinged once with a message from you, which would be odd, if it weren’t for the fact that you are under strict instructions to not make contact with either of us. I can see you in my minds eye, pacing up and down in our apartment, trying to distract yourself, the plate of food that you’ve made left largely uneaten due to your lack of appetite and being unable to focus on anything.