<div style="text-align: justify;">She checked her phone again. Five past. Always notoriously on time, Alannah started to become jittery. Her left foot bounced up and down on the pavement impatiently. Ten past. What if he'd forgotten? What if he had decided he flat out didn't care? Twelve past. She breathed a sigh of relief as she finally spotted him sitting on a bench on the other side of the street. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Dimitri! Hey!"</span> She waved enthusiastically as she took a brief look to either side before crossing the road, only narrowly avoiding a car.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya know, I almost thought ya'd forgotten,"</span> She said when she reached him, smiling as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She prodded his boots again, just like she had done when they first met. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Didn't have anything more sensible, I see."</span> How did he look so appealing, sitting casually on a faded wooden bench with hair that was still an absolute mess, smelling faintly of the sea and generally looking slightly out of place among all the clean-shaven suits that passed by with paper cups in their hands? How? <br/><br/>Alannah cleared her throat and twirled a black lock around her index finger. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya didn't wait long, did ya? Did ya eat anything yet? And whaddya like to do for fun?"</span> She had thought of a few things they could do, depending on his answer, but she wasn't going to admit how nervous she was. Excited, of course, but also nervous.</div>