Will
WILL
It’s pouring outside, just the beginning of the February blues coming down over the city. It’s unsettling, the rain—too many bad memories tied to it for to be able to take it as a regular meteorological event. As he walks over to the pub, he wonders whether that’s the reason this day has been extra hellish for him. The cherry on top of an already miserable position he’s in. Perhaps it’s why he was so close to throwing it all away in a moment of desperation this morning. Either way, it’s added an extra layer of anxiety in an already overwhelming nine layer bean dip of restlessness.
None of that matters now, though, because he has to pull himself together for her. For Bridget.
When he spots the pub from across the street, he stops and stares at it for a moment.
This is it. They’re about to meet face-to-face for the first time.
There’s no going back after this.