Deceptions - A Short Story

Aimee, a young woman in her early thirties, is seen fidgeting with her hands, her hair, her lipstick. She sits alone watching the time, orders a bottle of mineral water and sits at a table facing the door. The eatery is somewhat empty, as she sits and waits, she flashes back to the party. THE PARTY.
After an uncomfortable silence between them, Aimee took a suspicious look around the shop, glancing over her shoulder and forwards at the middle-aged lady at the counter who had been staring her way all afternoon, when she saw no one was looking at them, she moved closer in her seat as if to whisper in his ears. But she couldn't say anything; her mouth fell open and the words dropped like air.
"Did you get home okay that night?" he asked to break the silence.