She was awake. Finally.

Everett had sent me the location of his hotel room. Gunshots got closer as I entered the door. 

A new bar had just opened up in town. Everyone was talking about it. It was in an old bar, that everyone used to go too, back in the day. It had a smoko area in the front, with railings and a cage-like frontier for the upper half, often labelled as, "the Zoo," because they thought most of the smokers acted like zoo animals.

Bro!” Everett screamed in my ear. 

She watched from afar. In her ear, she heard her colleague say to hang five. But she was getting agitated. She was told 1530. It's now 1540. The gun was by her side. Sweat dripped down her forehead, filling the creases in her frown. She peered behind the curtain again.

I hadn’t talked to Mark since our last “date.” Not sure what is going on but did send him a message after the date thanking him, so the ball is in his court. He could be sitting on the text, wondering if it’s worth it. He could be bogged down with work but it’s Sunday. Maybe Nicola and him are trying to come up with a verdict about me. Who knows, but whatever the outcome is, I know we are on different levels. I’m not self-sabotaging something or trying to deflect away from a situation but just what I am feeling.

I haven't had a proper date in years, even Matt couldn't take me on a date. He said it was too hard, pretty much. I even offered to pay for myself. Nope, always had excuses. So, I sucked it up and waited for a miracle that would never eventuated. Waiting for a date would be like watching paint dry. Though, least you would get some sort of satisfactory outcome.

Sometimes I think I have got it going perfectly until something falls out of rhythm and it knocks me off balance and I'm like why? Surely everyone does this.

He’s on the move.

You know when people say when you're onto something good, just ride the wave? Ride the wave regardless, I say. Anyway, I'm doing just that. I'm riding the wave at the beach, with Mark.

Shit, what on earth have I done?

I'm very particular with what I have with my coffee when I'm in a cafe. But it has to be a cake of some sort; either something caramel-like or mud cake. Today was no different when I decided to head into a cafe for a treat.