I stood nervously in Arrivals, butterflies in my stomach. Why had I ever agreed to this reunion in the first place?
I could have worn jeans and a T-shirt, but felt it was better for Jack (an old schoolfriend who'd kept in touch by email) to discover the 'new' me in public, where there was less chance of confrontation. I hoped he wouldn't reject my new appearance.
Then I saw him ambling down the concourse, looking equally as nervous. Or should I say, I saw 'her'.
Maybe this reunion wouldn't be so bad after all...