Intimate Strangers by Kilted Wookie Smiling as he stepped out of the lift, John walked briskly through the hotel’s front lobby and made his way to the bar. As he stepped through the doorway into the bar he spotted her, sitting at a table in the corner. As John walked towards her table she spotted him and raised her hand as he noticed a flash of recognition cross her face. As he bridged the distance between them, she gave him a slightly nervous smile. As she’d sat in the bar waiting for John, Emma had found it hard to believe that she was actually doing this. She’d hesitated about coming here for almost a month, changing her mind several times every day since she’d first agreed to this meeting. Even during the taxi journey from her place to the hotel where John was staying she had began composing a last minute text apologising that she wasn’t going to be able to make it. The taxi had pulled into the hotel car park before Emma had had time to finish and send her message and sh
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