Slightly annoyed that I've had to wait this long, I decide to take the waiter's offer by sitting down at a table across from the door to at least order a drink and starter, in case retrac takes any longer. It's only a few minutes before they bring me a lemonade in a tall glass, ice cubes bobbing on the surface.
If only retrac's arrival could have been this quick.
I take a sip from the glass, bubbles fizzing down my throat, awakening me from my bored, tired state of mind beforehand. Who knew this could suddenly make me feel a whole lot more...alive. I feel like if I'm going to meet retrac, it has to be now when I feel completely up to it.
My heart begins to race every time the door to the restaurant opens, and crashes down around me as soon as I realise it can't be him. In the end I give up looking, and seem actually quite excited when my starter of olive bread appears. Munching on the homemade bread, I almost don't notice the waiter standing beside me, trying to get my attention.
"Madame," he says politely, as I turn to face him, "It seems you're accompaniment is here."
He points to the door and my eyes follow instinctively. But when I look to the door, two people stand there. One is a girl about my age, dressed as if she looks like she's about to go to a party. The other is an older man, who looks about the age of a father. But their faces are blurry from this view.
Which one is it?
My heart beats rapidly, my breath on fire.
Either way, retrac is not who he said he was.