God, why did she arrive early? It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
She’d be prepared, maybe even relaxed. (Okay, yeah, right.) But now every
notion that made being early seem like a good idea just flew out the window.
Despite all the time she had, Rachael still rushed over to save a table. The
library’s coffee shop was never too crowded, which was why she was so
enthusiastic about this particular meeting place.
Her legs jiggle up and down and up as she wrung out her hands.
It all looks so innocent, and really, it was, but Rach can’t shake this
nervousness. Even the book she’s toting around in her bag can’t keep
her attention. “Okay,” she tells herself, “She should be here in five
more minutes.” Five minutes?! That wasn’t nearly enough time, was it?