I am that Chick…
He was late, their first ‘coffee date’.
As Fleur started to close the studio and put the possibility of morning coffee on the back burner, she started to recall who he was.
They had met two years before, Fleur had needed to update her qualifications as her studio was busy and she was looking to increase her knowledge for her clients. He had been at that same course, and he was late then too, she remembered.
The thought of their conversations from that weekend two years before had started to flood back. He had just returned from War and he spoke of the other War he was now in …divorce. He spoke of his little boy and the love for him and his fight to be in his life. He also spoke of his love of writing and how he had been in the process of starting a book.
She remembered he was funny, engaging and he spoke of finally enjoying his life and all the ladies that came with that. She remembered thinking then what a great friend to have met and they parted ways and that was that.
Fast forward two years, Fleur was in exactly the same War he had spoken of all those years ago.
And so that is how Fleur ended up here in her studio, recleaning the same floor pretending she wasn’t all that fussed if he was a no show. After all it was silly to be waiting for this man she couldn’t quite place.
As she turned off the lights at eleven past eleven, the studio door opened…She remembered him, he was that guy from the course.
I am that Chick from the course