Entering the park, she spotted them.
Anxiety had struck when the hour-hand had passed six and the meeting still wasn’t over, but she didn’t have a choice, the buses were delayed and she couldn’t afford to be late. Not this time.
“Hi hun, i’m about 5 minutes away…”. Her voice faltered as subtly sexy patent office shoes carried themselves parallel to the pavilion. Sweat laced with antiperspirant pooled inside the M&S classics blouse.
Obscured faces turned nonchalantly as she drew by, their conversation conflicting with her call.
‘Mate, going to Cambridge Universitee! It’s gonna be so sick!’
Victoria O, Copyrighted