Peering down my watch for the fifth time, I tap my feet out of impatience and nervousness, my silver clutch hanging by my hips.

7:58pm

My nerves are almost obstructing me from enjoying the beauty that is this spot. The sunset is piercing, a fiery red orb of light slowly sinking beneath the horizon, dyeing the sky a light first pink.

Where is he? Maybe he meant another spot? Surely not. Maybe he's changed his mind and doesn't want to meet anymore. I've checked ...