It was nearly 2.30 am. And even then the streets were buzzing, she went to the sandy parking lot and didn't find his car; mayb, maybe he went to grab a bite? He wasn't at his usual restaurant or rather his car wasn't there.
In the back of her mind a voice had been whispering.. "Internet Café"! and his car was there. so she parked three cars behind. No, that was not convenient. Ok so she parks 6 cars ahead, again that's not good, too far horizontally and easy to discover. She decides to park across the street with the car facing the opposite side. Yes! Quickly she sets the car in motion. Quickly, before he leaves.
She parks and waits.. listening to haunting songs, songs that remind her of their passion their love, songs that seem to intensify her pain. Someone leaves the café, and goes to their car, a range rover, then someone else leaves, and so on & so forth, and she blinks, looks downwards and then up. She sees him close to his car. Damn it she didn't see him as he left the café! well of course not, she was expecting him in dark colours and it's the weekend, he'd be in lights.
He gets in his car and closes the door, pauses, and opens the door again, and for an instant her heart stops; has he seen her? Is he coming over? Yes she wants him to see her and NO! No she doesn't 'cause she'd seem weak. Yes she wants him to see her, 'cause she knows it'll make him smile, but she cannot afford it...
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