Aidan sat in the sleek lobby of the Meridian Lounge, shifting his foot restlessly, as he kept waiting with the hope that Anna would come.
She wouldn't have sex with him if she didn't want him, right? The thought of that assured him that she would show up, and they would talk like adults, and she would accept his proposal.
His eyes kept darting to the entrance doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of Anna's familiar figure walking through, her hair tied back in that casual knot she did when she was in a rush, eyes bright with apology, lips ready to mutter something about traffic or an impromptu board meeting.
But the more he waited, the more restless he became and his hopes began to diminish.
The soft classical music flowing from the overhead speakers did nothing to ease his restlessness.
He checked his phone for the fifth time in as many minutes, the lock screen blinking back at him with no new messages.
