It took all day. From 6 that morning she had been waiting to see his car round that corner. It was now 6pm. He was late. Had he some how changed his plans. Every morning he met his mistress at the same restuarant. But today something was different. She had been watching them for a week. It had become an obsession.They sat at there usual spot. His mistress started to cry. She focused in on the womans lips, trying to make some sense out of what was happening. But it all happened to fast. This man she didn’t know but admired so much, jumped up to leave, making a mad dash to his car. His mistress continued to cry. For a week she had secretly watched this couple, believing she had wanted what they had. But in truth, she was only a viewer of a few shared moments. She hadn’t seen the full picture. What the vouyer didn’t know was, the woman he was meeting everyday was his wife, and the last moment she witness was his wife telling him that she was leaving him for another woman. Never can judge a book by its cover.