He did not have time for this.
David Seven did not stop tapping the fingers of his left hand on the table, despite the fact that he was glancing at his watch. It told him the same story it had five minutes ago – that there was still time to walk away.
“I don’t have time for this,” he assured himself.
Who had time for blind dates? Certainly not busy lawyers, with active social lives and commitments. He should just stand up and leave now.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The fingers maintained their rapid rhythm, causing the sinews to begin to ache. He kept up the tapping nevertheless. Stopping would just be to admit that it had been foolish to start.
Just as walking away now would be to admit that it had been a mistake to come in the first place.
He glanced once more at his watch. Still five minutes until he could safely leave with his dignity intact, and refuse to meet her again.
After all, he owed nobody anything. It was not as if he even knew the person who had arranged this meeting. She was as much a stranger to him as the person he was meeting. He knew nothing about either of them. He owed neither of them an explanation about why he had left.
“You must be David,” the voice said, and he looked up.
And the world changed.