“I don’t beg blokes. If you’re leaving, I’ll help you pack.”
Emma took what she overheard from the next table as advice. She stubbed out her cigarette.
“New rule,” she wrote in her notebook. “Ten minutes maximum. Time’s up.” She ripped the page out and left it under the ashtray.
Jenny Logan wrote this story.
He might have had a good reason to be late. Emergency could happen.
Perhaps she runs into him arriving as she goes out the door…Next story!
Intriguing