The sun was shining; it heated my skin and melted the ice in my hands. I had to eat it fast now, otherwise it would, literally, melt in my fingers, and I didn't want that. With my luck, it would also drop on my yellow summer dress and that would be really embarrassing. Especially because I had an important appointment this afternoon and no time to change. I was going to meet a famous author, whose name I didn't know. No one knew it, because he hadn't signed the contract yet. He just told us his pseudonym, which was very special, – Nicola Léver - a mix between Italian and French.

I was wondering why he wanted to publish in an Italian bookshouse. Until now, he wrote all his books in English, not in Italian. Was he fluent in both languages? It would make sense because of his name, but then he should also speak French, not just Italian and English.

Maybe he liked Italian more and decided to publish in this language now? Anyway, I was looking forward to this meeting. If I made a good impression, we would have a big deal. The Italian girls would go crazy if his newest book would be available in their own language first – he wrote the most romantic novels I have ever read. We would make pretty much profit and for me it would mean a higher salary. Which I, of course, would totally appreciate. It's not that I wouldn't have enough money – I mean, I've been working in my job for thirty years now and I don't lose my good looks – but I wanted to go shopping with Elena and be able to just throw the money out of the window.

I went to the café we were supposed to meet in and ordered a chamomile tea before I checked myself in the bathroom. My make-up was still perfect; my long, blonde, curly hair fitted with my dress. I loved my yellow clothes – they were like me: happy and bright.

With a smile on my face, I went back to the table I had reserved for the meeting and sat down on a chair. I took my smartphone out of my bag. 10 minutes left. I took a sip from my tea to calm down.

Caroline, you can do this. You have a lot of experience which you can use now. This is your chance. When I was nervous, I always talked with myself, it was normal. I heard my heartbeat increasing with every minute. I was never as nervous as I was today – normally I was totally relaxed with my clients, but today something was different. I couldn't say what, but there was something.

Three minutes left. The door opened and I looked up. No, I thought. That couldn't be, that must be a joke.

Why was he doing this to me? Why now? My heart was beating too fast, I couldn't bear the look of this one guy, who I haven't seen for almost 35 years now. I could remember his words clearly: I'm gonna walk away and I'm never coming back.

He held his promise – and broke my heart. After that night, I couldn't think about any other man but Klaus. He was always in my mind, but I managed to lock him far away in her heart a few years ago. I didn't want to feel like that about him.

He looked at me. Smiled. His eyes lit up and suddenly he was the Klaus I knew. The one I was totally in love with, and didn't want to admit it. He talked with the waiter; asked him something. I turned on my vampire hearing to eavesdrop.

"I have an appointment here, three o'clock, with someone from a bookshouse. Is she here already?"

My eyes widened. No, that couldn't be true. I sighed and prepared myself mentally. How could I survive this meeting? How could I look him into his eyes, knowing what we did in the forest, knowing that I always turned him down when he wanted me?

"The lady is already here. Blond, curly hair, she is sitting this way." I overheard the conversation and the waiter pointed to my table with his arm. I smiled at him and waited for Klaus to turn around. When he got the meaning of the words from the waiter, he looked as shocked as I'm feeling. With slow steps, he approached the table.

"Caroline." I stood up and looked in his eyes. Oh my God, how did I manage to survive the past years without him? I had to brace myself so I wasn't lost in his eyes.

"Klaus." I whispered and sat down. The welcoming was over, I couldn't stand any more. He did the same, but without breaking the eye contact. We were in our own small world, and no one could take us out from there.

We didn't say a word, just looked at each other. We were both thinking about that day in the forest, I knew that. I took out my wallet and laid some coins on the table. Then we both stood up again and went out of the café. Outside, he just took my hand and squeezed it hard. He turned me around so I could look in his eyes and hugged me. I fought back my tears while I was wrapped in his arms.

"I missed you." He whispered in my ear. "I missed you so much. I am so sorry, that I..."

"Shut up" I said, as I released myself from his hug and kissed him.