Rowan
I taped my foot nervously on the car floor as my gaze looked out the tinted window.
My eyes were on the traffic we were stuck in that day. The cars formed a long, almost endless queue on either side of the car, even in front and behind.
I clenched my teeth nervously as I began to tap my index finger on my arms that I kept crossed over my chest.
My driver looked at me in the rearview mirror "I'm sorry boss, I don't know how long it will be before we get out of traffic" he told me.
"Don't worry," I snorted.
It wasn't the rush to get to work that made me nervous, absolutely not.
It was the rush to see Adelaide that I knew she was coming in the morning and, after last night, I had the f*****g physical need to see her, to talk to her.
The night before, I had gone much further than
