Lowering the telephone ear piece to its cradle, she saunters to the window and strains to catch a glimpse of him in the late afternoon crowd three stories down. He ought to be rounding the corner at the next block soon.
The clouds break as she rests curled up on the window seat, eyes soft and dreamy. Dust floats lazily across the room through the window shaped sunlight. Her hand gently finds its way to her belly as she hums a soft tune from her childhood.