ROBERT

After about an hour of deliberation, I had my car parked in front of the restaurant building where Renee worked, fully ready to talk to her.

My stomach flipped, and before I could change my mind or even consider whether this was a good idea, my hands instinctively went to the car's door handle and pushed it open.

As I stepped out of the vehicle, a gust of wind hit me square in the face.

The air was crisp and cold, biting at my exposed skin and forcing itself, albeit painfully, ...