My hands are sweaty. I rub them on my navy dress pants and glance at the clock.
2:26.
My heart starts beating faster, and it's so loud, I'm sure he'll hear it the moment he arrives. I bounce my knees up and down, trying to get the nerves and the jitters out of my system before he gets here. Three minutes later I hear the door alarm sound. Any second now he'll be walking through that door.
Well, not... walking, per se.
