I woke gently from sleep. Though through the drowsiness, I felt dread lurking in the depths of my stomach. I sat up straight and looked around, despite the uneasiness I felt, there was nothing to worry about. I was just in my own room alone and away from harm. I pondered how long that would last.
Sighing softly, I got out of bed and slowly went about getting ready for the day. I went about the usual routine, making sure to put in extra effort with clothes and make up. I want him to think I care, I rationalised. Though it could just be me needing to cling to some sort of safety, a front to put on I later thought.
I dressed in a crisp white shirt, frayed hem jeans and red slingback shoes, satisfied that I looked like me but sophisticated enough to gain entry to the place I was going to. I grabbed my handbag and made my way to the drive, where the car was waiting.
A substantial drive into the city later, I was at a bar/cafe that I had chosen at random a few days before. After a few minutes I parked the car and made my way inside through the glass doors. Inside was dimly lit with various lamps dotted around the room, had plush furnishing and music played softly in the background.
A waitress smiled politely at me as I scanned the seats around. A group of men in suits drank and laughed at a large table in the corner, a young pretty woman sat talking on the phone among a multitude of shopping bags and a kindly old lady sat with a young child chatting animatedly. I swallowed my discomfort and dragged up a smile when I spotted a shock of icy blonde hair sat in a somewhat secluded area of the bar.
I made my way over to the table confidently, making sure my step never faltered. When I reached the table, Jonathan looked up from his phone and smiled.
"Hello Clary" he said.
A/N
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