Lisa was having her first night out in over a year. Her mother had agreed to look after her son so she could go out with the girls. 20 years ago she might have enjoyed it, but she knew what was supposed to be a night to let loose would really be spent talking about the same old things, just in a different location. She still made an effort though. She put on the knee-length, cerulean dress she’d bought last Christmas but never worn, straightened her dark red hair so that it fell silky smooth down to her shoulders. In her best pair of heels she gained a couple more inches on her diminutive 5 foot frame.
The bar had been busy, it would have been easy to miss him. There was a brief moment of recollection when she caught his eye, both of them turning at the same moment. It had been eight years since they last met. Andrew had been a long-haired, lanky 23 year old back then. Lisa almost didn’t recognise him with the trimmed beard and close cropped hair. The smile gave him away. Bright-eyed, coy and boyish. They had worked together for two years and had gotten on well. He was sweet and always ready with a compliment. Rumour had it he’d had a crush on her, which flattered her, given she was 15 years his senior.