As I walked over to greet him my hands were shaking. I hadn't eaten for 2 days, my body too anxious with the thought of our meeting. He was older than me; he was intimidating. 

But then we spoke, and the shaking went away. I began to feel relaxed as we walked over to the bench. It was guarded by trees.

We sat down, and we talked more. But the conversation, I understood, was not why he was here.

It was therefore no surprise when he brought himself closer to me, pressing me against the edge of the bench with his lips and his hands. A sharp inhale from me when those hands travelled downwards, a long exhale when they stayed there. 

An alarm went off on his phone, he had a bus to catch. I said bye, so did he, and we walked off in our separate directions. 

The shaking returned as I skipped home. But I liked the feeling now.