We were to meet under the clock tower New Year’s Eve.
It was still early but the lights were glowing the celebrations under way as groups along the street huddled together in the cold night air soaking up the end of year festivities.
I found a seat not far from the clock tower where I could see the approaching revellers thinking she would be along any minute.
She had been so keen about meeting me and had rung several times during the day to ask if I was on my way and still enthusiastic about meeting up.
There was no way I was going to not be there. My attraction to her was clear in my mind and this opportunity was one I wasn’t going to let go by.
She had said she’d be there by 8pm. By 9pm I began to worry. I sent her a text. No reply. I tried to call her. Nothing.
I began to think I had been set up and half expected my mates to emerge from the crowds laughing at my expense.
By 10pm I knew something must have happened. I sent her a message to say I was going home and to call me.
I walked to the bus stop just beyond the clock tower and waited. There was a bus due any minute and I so didn’t want to be hanging around looking any more stupid than I was feeling.
I was so disappointed; I had had such expectations. I should have known better.
The bus approached just as a hand slipped into mine. There she was. There’d been an accident and she was involved in the rescue. Too busy to answer her phone or message me. Thinking I had gone home she’d run across the square looking for me and at the last moment spied me at the bus stop.
We caught the bus.