ILANA
I saw him; it was him, I beleive. The battle of speculating about the man I spotted sitting in driver seat of the Rubicon raged in my mind. It stopped when the cab driver reminded me that I had arrived at the venue; paying for the fare, I entered the building but the picture of the man's face came into a view again.
"Good morning, Miss." A bun-haired woman in a dark blazer with a a smile on her face greeted my amiably. "Let me take you to the venue." Her stretched to the corridor we are going to head to; as soon as she noticed my nod, she led the way to the room where to my surprise had been full of the audiences who had been waiting for me.
Guilt of my lateness loaded my heart after seeing the enthusiasm of those eyes who set on every move I made; they seemed impatient to liste
