The Romantic Embrace
The phone dialled three times. 00.00, 00.01, 00.02... the seconds began to count down "I've got to talk to you, I'll meet you on the train platform" her voice was timid, you could tell she was fearful something might happen, she hung up before she could get a reply.
She could hear his voice, he was with his friends, they were talking about her. There was a thick bush line between the platform and her, the bridge that joined the two wasn't far off.
I walked up the stairs slowly, I didn't want to seem hasty now that I could be seen over the hedges. I avoided eye contact - I don't know why but it seemed better that way.