Chris watched for her. Sometimes she wore a red scarf. She was always in a hurry.
Today, he would do it.
She should be here by now. No sign of her coming down the sidewalk.
He had practiced this moment, day after day. Her routine was clockwork.
Chris paced around the street sign. I’ll give her another minute or two, he thought.
This was not like her. He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know where she came from.
He just knew she was like clockwork.
Damn. The planning was for nothing.
He walked away.