SANDRA'S POV
The message arrives three hours later, no greeting, just an address. A small café tucked between office buildings across the city.
Private and quiet, away from people who know us. I stare at it for almost five minutes then type. *This is a bad idea.* His reply comes immediately.*I know.* My phone remains in my hand long after the conversation ends because neither of us says we shouldn't meet and neither of us says no.
By 6:30, I'm already there fifteen minutes early. I never arrive fifteen minutes early for anything. Not class, or meetings, not even dates especially not this.
I sit near the window and pretend to look at the menu but it's not working. Every time the door opens, my head lifts and every time it isn't him, disappointment follows.
My fingers curl around my cof
