Killing me softly 13

Don't look back

The group sat the small cafe as check in wasn't open just yet. Sandra's phone kept ringing, she hadn't yet answered and her mother was clearly becoming more suspicious.
As she turned her head to see if her check in was open yet she caught sight of a familiar figure and quickly turned her head back in the hope that he wouldn't notice them.

He'd known what she was planning, he could always read her like a book. There were currently no check-ins opened for France and given the timings Esther gave him there was no way that she already gone. That's meant that she was around here somewhere.

As soon as he started looking he saw her unmistakable hair easily and headed over. When she turned her head slightly he saw the look in Sandra's eyes and he knew that she was going to follow this through.
"Sandra?"
She knew this would happen, no matter how much she tried to kid herself. No matter how much she'd been prepping herself, no amount of preparation could help with what was to come.
Sandra hadn't quite figured out how to deal with this situation so had remained quiet and was yet to look at him or even acknowledge that he was there.
"Sandra this mans talking to you." Grace said as Sandra looked into her mug.
"I'm just going to the toilets over there. I'll ask what's going on with check in while I'm over there." Sandra told her mum as she ignored what Grace told her and was blatantly ignoring the man stood next to her.

She pushed the chair she was sat on out and left the table, walking in the direction of the women's toilet. He wasn't exactly great at taking her hints in the past but this was an obvious one yet he chose to ignore that and follow her.
"Sandra is there any point in running away? I'm just going to follow you."
"What in to the women's toilets?" Sandra challenged him.
"No but I'll stand here and wait."
"Do what you want. You will anyway."

She stood staring at her reflection wondering what good she was doing herself. Staying where she was stood was the cowardly option and frankly wasn't a sustainable plan. She'd already been rooted to the same spot for the best part of five minutes but when it came to coming up with a plan her brain and heart wouldn't play ball.
He'd already know what she was doing but he'd made it his mission to talk to her, God knows what about, and he wasn't one to give up when he had his mind set on something. Sooner or later she was going to have to face up to reality and face him and although later seemed the more appealing option it was going to have to be sooner.
"Mummy!"
"What are you doing in here?" Sandra asked as her mind momentarily flicked into the now, which was a welcomed distraction.
"We'd finished our drinks and she needed the toilet. He's standing out there like a lost puppy, go sort whatever you have to out."
"Thanks Mum." She said thanks but she didn't feel particular thankful instead she felt sick. She had no idea what this conversation was going to be about and something told her it wasn't going to be good. Now was time to find out.

"Gerry." She addressed him bitterly.
"Finally decided to stop hiding."
"Looks like it. What do you want?" Sandra was talking to him with so much poison in her voice that it was more like she was talking to her worst enemy rather that her good friend.
"I know..."