**Callan
At least she's at work, I thought, when Isa walked through the office doors on Monday morning. I went in extra early and hung around in the coffee shop, waiting for her to come through.
She was dressed normally, but her hair and makeup weren't her usual style. She wore her hair down and pinned back loosely, and her makeup was muted, no lipstick and no eyeshadow. I wasn't even sure she was wearing any.
I watched her walk to the elevator and stand there alone, waiting for the doors to open.
Now's my chance, I thought. I got up from the chair I'd been sitting in and walked casually over to her. As I approached, I could sense her stiffen, but she didn't look at me.
I wasn't even sure what to say—where to start. Well, actually, to start I was rather upset with her for walking
