Jola woke up with a banging headache. She fumbled about her bedside drawer in search of her phone. 10am? She hissed and sat up in bed, trying to remember the events of the past 24 hours. Her head was pounding. She remembered she was supposed to meet up with Jimi, who was meant to be her date but was disgustingly late. She had tried his number several times, while sitting at their reserved table, waiting for him, but he didn’t pick up. Feeling disappointed in herself for trusting him again, she ordered a cab immediately. She remembered her heels echoing as she walked out of Crust and Creme restaurant into the car park.
Click-clack-click-clack.