It had all the cliches.
A scheduled arrangement. Two consenting adults, away from their own worlds and into another. One night to spend. One night to remember.
She had meetings all day. Conferences. Presentations. Luncheons. More meetings. It dragged on for centuries inside of the hours, feeling like a hundred years’ war in the span of a single work day. All in one of the more posh hotels in the city.
He woke up, just like any other day. Went to his normal job, but today had higher lack of productivity that normal. His mind was on something else. It was on her. Solely focused on her.
Today was a different day for both of them. Since her day was commandeered by others, and his mind was wondering in many other places than his tasks at hand, very little communication happened between them. While the typical days had them checking in hourly with each other, this day’s schedule kept that away, making that anticipation deeper.
As soon as he felt comfortable enough to leave, he gathered his things up at his desk, bid his coworkers a good evening, and headed towards that city.