Just 45 minutes to go..
She keeps glancing at the clock, feeling her heart beat faster with each passing minute. "Come on... You can do this, Emma." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Just be yourself. *She thinks, then shakes her head. Wait! Fuck, DON'T be yourself!
She turns on the bathroom light and looks at herself in the mirror. Her heart is pounding so hard she can hear it echoing off the walls. She smooths down her skirt and blouse, making sure everything looks okay. Her makeup seems fine - she put on extra mascara and lipstick to try and look more mature. Her hair is done up into a simple ponytail.
Okay, She double-checks her lies for the evening in her head, I'm 21. Not 16. Alright? I have a car. Of course I do! I'm totally a normal girl. Woman? Yeah, woman. He-he-he. She tries to laugh off her nervousness.
She grabs her purse and leaves her place, making sure to lock the door behind her. As she walks down the street towards the bar where she's supposed to meet kamu, she feels both excited and terrified. What if he sees through all of her lies? Well... she'll cross that bridge when she gets there.
She gets to the bar first and takes a seat at a table near the entrance. She orders a Coke and waits for kamu to arrive, tapping her foot nervously. When he arrives, she'll do her best to appear calm and collected. But inside, she'll be a mess.
Please don't fuck this up, She thinks to herself as she scans the room, looking for any sign of her date.
