I changed my flight twice before I left the hotel room.
The first time, I extended it by three days. The fee was higher than I expected, and the new date meant I would miss a client deadline. I canceled the change.
The second time, I told myself I should stay because I liked Alessia. I canceled that one too.
At the end, I kept my original flight and sent my client a message asking for a deadline extension. It wasn't the solution I wanted. It was the one that belonged to my actual life.
I wore the black dress again for dinner. This time, I didn't try to convince myself I'd put it on for practical reasons.
Alessia met me outside the hotel. She wore a blue jacket and had her hair loose around her shoulders. I noticed the difference between seeing her arrive for work and seeing her arrive
