Her hands were shaking as she held the table. Her fingers ached at the table. She tried to maintain a stable face but it was betraying her. 

She tried to keep her hands to herself instead of keeping them on the table. 

" What is wrong with you?" She asked herself. 

She did not want to appear like she was scared of the meeting. 

The way he had assured that he wanted to see her and he was going to treat her nicely was making her go crazy. 

She knew that something was wrong, and this could not be just it. She reached out for the drink that was on...