Emma
I glanced down at the slim gold watch circling my wrist. The second hand swept cleanly past the twelve, ticking toward six-thirty. Evening was fully upon the city, the pale orange sky slowly folding into dusk outside the café window, casting long shadows against the sidewalks.
I remembered those times when I had the time to look at the sky, to just gaze at it for a long while, watching the pattern in the sky as they changed, but now, well, now I had a better life, but I also missed it.
Looking around me to see if the person I was waiting for had arrived, I realized that the place was half-full, and the hum of conversation and clinking cutlery filtered through the air, interrupted only by the occasional hiss of the espresso machine from behind the counter.
I just wanted to get th
