One minute, thirty seven seconds.
I can't do this.
My knees are shaking.
My palms are sweaty.
I wipe them on the dress that's not mine.
Shake out my manicured fingers.
One minute, twenty nine seconds.
I glance around.
This cafeteria just had to be where my Meeting took place.
One minute, eleven seconds.
There's someone else in this cafeteria as nervous as I am.
Someone else's clock says fifty six seconds.
I can't take this!
Mom said I should wait, but I can't.
I can't stay here.
I jump up and gather my things.
Twenty four seconds.
Throw my jacket on.
Walk calmly to the door.
Why is this cafeteria so packed?
Why did I sit so far from the exits?
Someone bumps my shoulder.
I whirl around to have my grey eyes meet brilliant blue.
He says, "Hello, luv. Guess we're soulmates, eh?"
The only thing I can think is that I'm glad my mom made me wear perfume this morning.