She rubbed her cheek against the soft collar. Her mind fluttered to the canvas of Ravi's face she had painted in her mind. She imagined him running. She could see it in her mind’s eye. She knew why he had left abruptly the day before forgetting his jacket. She drifted off into a fantasy as the 10th floor light faded. She wished she could go back to the Café and have a different conversation with him, sit quietly and drink coffee with him. She wanted to stare at him, at his smile. Feel his warmth and kindness. Play the piano for him. Sit on her favourite rocks and stare at the sea with him. Any excuse to see him and apologise. No – she would go home and paint him for real. The 9th floor light lit up. DING.
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