My heart hasn’t stopped racing since I boarded the plane.
That’s a lie. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since we began this… what? virtual affair?
The next tube stop is where we will meet for the first time. I take out my compact and check if I look ok.
My face is too red, flushed. All I see are imperfections, but it’s too late to turn back now.
The tube pulls to a stop.
It is time…
I am struggling, trying to heave my luggage off onto the platform. (As usual I have packed enough for a month rather than a weekend.)
A large hand grasps the handle of my case and I look up and, there he is, smiling down at me. He looks like an excited little boy, a big grin spreading across his face. His face is flushed too and I remember his endearing tendency to blush…
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