The Tryst

This time her pace was different, she was in a hurried stride. Before I could asked her what happened, she quickly volunteered that she had had to pause under a shaded front of a building on the corner street to avoid getting wet further. I never said a word and just kept it to myself whatever was going inside my head.

“Shall we go in now?” she said.

“As you’d said before, let’s do it quick,” I said.