She was glaring when she turned around, but Tal was nowhere to be seen. Usually his height alone ensured that he could be spotted in a crowd, but she didn't see his wavy hair bobbing along above everyone else. She turned in a circle, trying to figure out which way he'd gone.
“Tal?” she said his name softly at first. Then louder. Angry. “Tal!”
Mischa shoved her way through the crowd for a couple minutes, but the more she looked, the more obvious it was that she was alone. He'd kissed her stupid, stolen her panties, then ditched her.
How can I be in love with such an annoying man!?
Right then, her back pocket began to vibrate. She sighed and pulled her phone out, preparing herself for some sort of smart ass comment, or him laughing at how easy she was to evade, or some other stupid secret agent kind of talk.
But he wasn't calling. It was a text message. She smiled at the screen. Then laughed. Then smiled again, trying not to tear up. One year. She couldn't believe that it had been one year since she'd first come to Italy.
One year since a dirty man who kissed good had spied on her in an airport, and decided he would talk to her.
One year since she'd decided to become a horrible person and cheat on her husband.
She stared at her phone, cradling it in her hands.
Come find me.