The alarm went off at five thirty, as it had for the past week. Jason leapt out of bed, though not perhaps, with as much enthusiasm as earlier in the week. His first thought was still the same though; maybe I’ll see her today.
The previous Monday he had seen her in the square, on his way to an early appointment, and had been rising early every morning since, hoping to see her again.
He arrived at the square, still bleary-eyed, and ordered a coffee, hoping to clear his head a little. After waiting an hour, he went home dejected.