This was that moment that was going to change her whole life.
Slowly she breathed deeply, closing her eyes and opening them again, making sure this wasn’t a dream; it wasn’t. Everything was the same as it was a second ago when her eyes closed.
She took another step, knowing that once this had been done she couldn’t ever turn back.
Slowly she raised her hand and knocked on the brown wooden door, the one that displayed the golden number nine.
Her heart raced, mind swirling with thoughts.
Behind the closed door she heard his foots steps. Slowly they got louder as he got closer.
‘You can’t turn back now’, she told her self, as she breathed deeply once more.
The door handle turned and the hinges squeaked as the door swung open. Before her stood her training officer, he looked different to how he did earlier that day when he asked her for a drink, she couldn’t work out what it was though then it suddenly sprung on her, he was out of the stiff white uniform that they had to wear.
He stood before her, staring, waiting.
“So um, I was thinking about what you asked me earlier” her heart raced in her chest, this was it no turning back.
“A drink would be good.”
He grinned at her, stepping aside so she could enter his version of living out of a suitcase.
As she stepped inside the dark mouldy room, the pounding in her chest eased ever so slightly.
No longer will he be just her lecturer and no longer would she just his student, from this moment they would be temporary lovers because the question of ‘would you like to grab a drink?’ no longer meant grabbing a drink at the local bar, but meant so much more.
H.newman.
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