Elena POV
The café in Shoreditch was small and warm and smelled like fresh coffee and I sat there gripping my mug like it was the only thing keeping me from flying apart, and Adrian sat next to me close enough that our shoulders were touching.
"She said noon right?" I asked for the third time.
"She said noon." Adrian squeezed my hand under the table. "It's past five, she's probably just finding parking."
"What if she changed her mind? What if she saw the café and decided this was too much and left?"
"Then we'll wait a bit longer and if she doesn't show up we'll leave and you can text her later when you're ready." His thumb moved across my knuckles. "Either way you're okay."
I nodded and kept watching the door and every time it opened my heart jumped and then settled again when it was
