Chapter 35Sally
Friday.
Okay, team Sally. Game time.
What to wear for this casual coffee was my opening challenge. If Angela had been a boy, I would have made sure that I was looking totally smoking hot and that would have been job done, but I had no idea what she would appreciate. Well, that is apart from me stripping slowly in front of her, and that was hardly appropriate for eleven A.M. in Costa Coffee.
I settled for casual comfort.
I was early. Of course. I played with my latte and watched the door.
No, don’t watch the door, for f**k sake. Look casually at your phone. No, don’t be caught texting, get a paper from the rack. Someone is coming in, is it…no. Still early.
Of course, when she did arrive (phew) I was watching the door. She quickly scanned the room, saw me, and bought a
