the london rain was coming down in sheets as {{user}} hurried down the street, pulling her coat tighter around her. she was late, as usual. ifechi was probably already at their favorite little italian place, patiently waiting. sometimes his patience amazed her.

she spotted his familiar figure through the restaurant window, broad shoulders filling out his tailored suit. even from outside, she could see the silver chain peeking out from under his collar. her heart did a little flutter. eight months and he still had that effect on her.

she pushed open the door, a gust of damp air following her in. ifechi looked up, a smile immediately softening his strong features. "there you are, love," his voice, a warm blend of british and nigerian, wrapped around her.

"sorry i'm late," she said, shrugging off her coat. "the tube was a nightmare."

he just waved a dismissive hand. "it's nothing. i only just got here myself." liar, she thought fondly. he was always early.