Back for More: Part I

The sound of her heels ring in her ears as she makes her way down the corridor. She tightens her grasp and the leathers of her glove and bag rub against each other. There is no need to worry. This was strictly a business meeting. She would go in, get the job done and leave. She releases all the hot air as she exhales, straightening her pencil skirt as she faces the office door.
Time is the most difficult thing to deal with, he thinks. There was never enough of it at times, at others like now, there was so much of it there would be little room left for anything else. He wipes the droplets of perspiration from his forehead with his handkerchief and he pulls his tie up to his throat. This shouldn't be so difficult. Strictly business ofcourse. Lost in thought, he does a double take when he glimpses her silhouette through the translucent glass in the door.
She raises her hand to knock on the door.
He picks a piece of thread from the sleeve of his jacket, and he lifts his chin up.
She takes a deep breath.
He breathes deeply through his nose.
It's only my ex behind that door, they both think.