Delilah
“I’m sorry.” I said as soon as Greg stepped up to my table. Shuffling I scooted towards him. Letting him wrap his beefy army’s around my shoulders in a hug.
“It’s ok Delilah,” He finally let me go, scraping back his chair with a god awful screech that sent other patrons glancing our way. He glared right back, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he looked around. “I am just glad you have finally come to your senses.”
It was clear as pie what he was thinking. He didn’t like my home town. With its greasy spoon cafes and every day people. Greg was all about the thousand pound suits and penthouse apartments. Things I had wanted, or at least thought I had wanted. But how much of that was his influence?
I didn’t want any of that. I loved my job, making music was in my blood but the
