Is it wrong to want your ex back? Cristina wanted to admit it but but she didn't want Sally to think the worst of her so she said nothing. Instead Cristina smiled as Sally delivered their caffeine fix to the table and took a seat. Covent Garden, Sally and coffee. A perfect London Sunday afternoon. There was something wonderful about London on a Sunday. The only day in the week when the people of this hectic town had time to talk, to walk in the park and to sit with a friend without a schedule chasing them. The two successful young professionals stood out from the crowd wherever they met. At 32, Cristina was a stunning tall blonde with a fit body toned by hours of dedication in the gym, while, Sally, 34, with her long black hair and fair complexion made every head turn. Together in their high fashion they never went unnoticed. Cristina reached across the table and held Sally's hand. "Sally, I do so enjoy this little weekly meet up of ours. It makes the madness of the week so much more bearable knowing I'll see you for a chat." "I know exactly what you mean.
