First Class assignment

We had to write a scene of the heroine being late and asking for directions. Here is my effort.
Ang

+++++++
"Perspiration on her brow threatened to make its way into her blue eyes. She was late. The man on the phone had been very specific about the time for this meeting. To make matters worse she wasn’t sure if the address was north or south on Market Street. She glanced quickly at her watch to check the time. This had to be the tenth time in as many minutes, showing how nervous she was becoming. As she looked back at the intersection, she noticed a man leaning against the front of the bank.

“Excuse me, Sir,” she said as she approached him. She hoped her voice didn’t project the panic she felt.

“Do you mean me, Little Lady?” Hazel eyes were mocking her as he spoke, boldly looking her straight in the eye.

At five foot ten, she could hardly be described as little anything, and hearing this made her testier. “Why yes, yes I am. Could you possibly show me the direction of the Cozy Café?” She knew she sounded sarcastic which wasn’t at all like her.

He stood looking at her. Actually it was more like a stare. Finally he responded, “I’m headed there myself, if you care to walk along. I promise I’m not an axe murderer.” His grin revealed a dimple in his right check.

Thinking how handsome his smile made him, she didn’t hesitate. “Thank you………”

“Mike, just call me Mike.”

“Thank you, Mike, I’d like that.” She had been cautioned not to mention the meeting to anyone and she had to catch herself from explaining she was late.

“You have me at a disadvantage, Miss……. It is Miss, isn’t it?”

Was he flirting with her? She could feel the heat rising in her face, much to her chagrin. “Linda. And yes, it is Miss.” She knew she was really blushing now. She didn’t dare tell him her real name. Keeping introductions on a first name basis was prudent, but unnatural for such a straightforward person.

They fell into step with each other, keeping their thoughts to themselves. As soon as he guided her north, she could see the sign hanging on the building announcing the café and felt silly that she had been lost. Now she would have to think of a way to make sure he didn’t see who she was meeting.

“All this secrecy,” she thought. “I really don’t like this, but what if anyone figures out what is happening.” It wasn’t worth being polite and comfortable at the risk of putting lives in danger including her own."