Katherine panicked.
She hurriedly applied some make-up, pulled on her best new red jacket and rushed outside to the car.
~
"Katherine..."
The handsome young man caught her eye immediately as she drew up outside the resturaunt.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, I was behind with work..."
He smiled a genuine smile of sympathy.
"My sister's a journalist as well. I understand it's a difficult job, what with all those tricky, ridiculously short deadlines,"
"Thank you, Dylan..."
Katherine truly felt that she wanted to spend her life with Dylan. He was kind, understanding, absolutely perfect-
Dylan held out his hand. Katherine took it and together they stepped inside.
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For the 7th time that evening, Katherine stifled a yawn.
She was beginning to regret not going to sleep for the last 2 days.
Dylan looked her again.
She attempted a smile.
Suddenly he reached across the table and took her delicate hand into his.
She could tell he was looking at her - her face - and, more particularly, the bags underneath her eyes. He was probably also thinking about her constant yawning.
She could tell something was going to happen; and not necessarily good.
He spoke softly.
"Kath, I'm sorry, but I don't think this will work out."
He might as well have shot her with a gun.
"O-o-k."
But there was no disguising her sorrow.
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