"So, then, you'll meet with me? On Friday?" He asked, sounding hopeful.
Bella swallowed and closed her eyes, pushing past her fears to answer his question.
"Yes, I'll meet you."
"There's a coffee shop, at the Drake Hotel, called Lavazza. Does two pm sound alright with you?"
"Sure, I'll be there then."
"Thank you, Ms. Swan, you won't regret this."
"I hope I don't," she whispered to herself after hanging up.