Who would have guessed it would be so cold. The sun was shining, therewas no wind and it was in the middle of July. Then again, it was SanFrancisco so it should have been expected. Diana stood on the streetcorner in a t-shirt and jeans, hunched over with the cold, goose bumpscovering her body.To anyone watching, it would have seemed as though she was busyplaying on her iPhone. Every few seconds, she jumped a bit and hit herphone. But she was hitting the menu button to make the phone jumpback to life, checking the time. He was late, 23 min late, to be exact. Andthere was nothing she could do about it. There was no one that shecould call, nowhere that she could go all she could do was have faiththat Bacchus would show
up as he had promised.Their relationship had not been smooth. Some of her friends said it has not been a relationship at all. Diana had to admit it had been a rollercoaster rideof sorts. On the one hand he had been the only man that had made her feellike a real woman. He was smooth. Bacchus had a knack for saying anddoing the right things, in the right way, at the right time. He also had anuncanny understanding of what made her tick, unlike any other man that sheever met had. On the other hand however, like her friend Stephanie put it,Bacchus was a loser. He had never been able to hold a job long enough tocall it "steady" and when he drank too much he could turn downrightabusive. Diana had endured this behavior as his girlfriend for nearly a year until that evening six months ago when he hit her in a fit of rage sending her across the room with a broken nose.