David sat at a table in a coffee shop, his hands gripping the mug of coffee the waitress had brought out to him. He turns his wrist up and looked at the time on his watch again.
Olivia was thirty minutes late.
What if something had happened to her?
What if she changed her mind and decided she didn't want to see him after all?
The bell over the front door chimed, causing all of his erratic thoughts to stop.
And his heart did as well.
In rushed Olivia, with a look he recognized immediately. Frustration. Her hair was tousled from the wind and, if she still had the habit, her constantly running her hands through it.
She looked around the coffee house, searching for him.
David stood so that she could see him and when her eyes landed on him, her face morphed into relief. Which included a smile that he discovered he'd missed more than he realized.
She weaved her wave through the tables filled with other customers and when she was a few feet away she began chattering at warp speed.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she began. "My boss decided he wanted to do an evening production meeting. And then I couldn't catch a cab to save my li–"
He cut her off when he reached out and pulled her into his arms hugging her tight. From the gasp that slipped from her lips, he knew he'd caught her off guard. He hadn't meant to be so forward, but seeing her there, standing in front of him made him feeling like a teenager again. Back when she was his girl. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her, like he would have done back then; and so he did.
He realized that he needed to release her, that this could be inappropriate and just when he prepared himself to back away and apologize, she wrapped his arms around his waist and returned his embrace just as tightly.
He smiled into her hair when he heard her sigh against his chest.
That was the sigh she use to release when all he had to do was hold her and no matter what was bothering her he seemed to make all her troubles float away with a simple, yet strong hug.
He finally pulled away and looked down at her.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she whispered in a breathless tone. When he saw her eyes begin to water, and her lip tremble, he reached up and palmed her cheek, swiping a tear that fell down her cheek.
"What's wrong, Livvie?"
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
"I just...I just can't believe that you're here. I never thought I'd see you again, and you're here. Living in the same city as me. How long have you been here? When did you move here? What are you doing?"
David chuckled as the string of questions flew from her mouth. To the world she may have been Olivia Felder, hot shot news reporter for the DC Live at Five segment, who was always put together. But right now in front of him was Livvie Manson, the girl he'd fallen in love with ten years ago.
"Why don't we sit down and we can get all caught up with each other's lives?" he suggested, pulling out the other chair for her.
Olivia held up a finger.
"If you don't mind, I'm gonna go run and freshen up first. I know I must look a mess."
"You look gorgeous, Livvie," David said.
And he meant it. She'd always been beautiful and seeing her on TV he'd known she grown up to become a stunning woman. But those cameras didn't do her any justice. And seeing her from head to toe, with no desk hiding her body...
Her incredibly curvaceous body.
Yes, she was truly gorgeous.
Olivia smiled a shy smile as she began to back away.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be right back."
"Can I order you something?"
"A green tea please."
David nodded and headed to the order counter. After he placed the order for Olivia, he went back to his seat to wait for her. He couldn't wait to get caught up with her and see what her life had been like.
And what had happened between her and her husband.