Luke
If there was one thing I hated more than paperwork...It was waiting.
I checked my watch for what had to be the fifth time. Five minutes late.
Typical here.
I had already started thinking about finding my way out when the bell above the café door chimed.
I rolled my eyes when the familiar figure appeared. Sandra smiled as she walked toward my table.
She looked exactly as she always did.
Elegant and young without trying too hard. Dark trousers, a cream blouse, and just enough makeup to make it impossible to guess her age. You could swear she's in her mid twenties not late forties.
"You've been waiting long?"
"Long enough to finish complaining in my head." I said sipping my almost cold coffee.
She laughed as she slid into the seat opposite me. "I'll take that as a compliment.
