Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (32) It Happened at the Seaview Hotel (Part 02)
She was never a tall girl but in her flat shoes she had to stand on tip toes and he had to stoop so they could properly embrace.
“I had to see a client locally” Iain said “It ran on later than expected so I decided to put up here for the night”
In truth he always liked booking a meeting late on a Friday and then he could stay at a local hotel for the night, two if it suited him.
“Not Brocklington Broadcast International?” she said “I’ve been trying to nick him off you for two years”
“I know, keep your hands off, BBI is my pension”
Iain said and they both laughed
“Anyway what about you?” he asked “What brings you here?”
“My sister lives in Sharpington” Francine replied “and she’s just had twins”
“Wow Aunty Francine” he said “that still doesn’t explain why you’re here”
“Because I’ve only been an aunty for five days and I’m exhausted”
She said and slumped down in her chair
“Oh dear” he said “No stamina, you youngsters”
“Honestly if I don’t get a good night’s sleep before I drive home I won’t make it” she explained
“So this is as far as you got?” he asked
“I so need a good night’s sleep” Francine said and hugged the cushion to her chest and Iain found himself feeling so jealous of that cushion
“Do you think you might stay awake long enough to have dinner?”
“It depends who’s paying” Francine answered peering over the top of the cushion.
“My treat” he said and it really was a treat to see Francine again and he knew in that moment he was still hopelessly in love with her.
Iain’s hand was shaking as he was stood at the bathroom sink to shave and he paused to look at his reflection.
“Who am I trying to kid?”
Since he’d last seen her 18 months earlier she hadn’t aged a day while he thought he looked as if he’d aged 10 years and that he stood less chance of getting her than ever.
He did nothing about his attraction toward her in the years he worked with her but imagine.
There was a near miss beneath the mistletoe at the last office Christmas party she attended.
But as every man in the office had the hots for her they didn’t give her a moments peace, and the sought after kiss beneath the mistletoe never happened.
The following year at Ran Michaeli’s New Year’s Eve party he found her on the dance floor and once again they had a moment but once again it came to nothing and like smoke it slipped away and she slipped through his fingers and that was the last time he had seen her which was 18 months previously.
So understandably he felt that it would never be.
Despite his misgivings he shaved and showered and made the best of what he had, such as it was, and he went downstairs to the bar to wait for her.
When he got there she was already sitting at the bar perched on a barstool waiting for him.