2.09 AM
Can’t sleep. At my most worried - and thankful.
Email to Antoine, early yesterday morning: “This day not good. Can’t wait to see you and talk tonight.”
I called as soon as my train emerged from the tunnel at Finchley Road. “You’re coming to meet me? Okay, I’m stopping at the Thameslink station to get my Travelcard on the way home, so if you don’t see me in West End Lane, check there.”
I speed-walked to the Thameslink station, hoping to beat any slow people to the front of the (probably nonexistent at 7.30 PM) line. Rush, rush.
I rounded the corner into the station and nearly ran smack into him. What’s he doing here, holding a huge bouquet of red roses and my favourite tulips? Hey, he got my Travelcard, too. Nancy was right - about everything.
I was wrong. It was a good day, but the build-up left something to be desired.
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