Pot’s Depot was a homely joint. It was clear why Tasha adored it. Everyone knew everyone else. That said, everyone made it abundantly clear that they did not recognise Tino. Tino and Tasha sitting together seemed to pique everyone’s interest. It seemed Tasha had lots of explaining to do after Tino was gone. 

They sat in a cosy corner all by themselves. All the neighbouring tables were empty. It was as if there was an unspoken agreement to give the two lovebirds their utmost privacy. Tino found it charming. 

They missed each other. The rate of speech from both sides betrayed as much. They were both talking in torrents as if they had so much stored up inside they had to let out as quickly as possible, like a full bladder. 

The more they talked, the less sure Tino felt about cutting things off completely. He slowly began to appreciate that the long wait made the release much more enjoyable, like a full bladder. 

He remembered the myriad moments he vowed never to drink any fluids as long as he lived. But after relieving himself, he would revert to having that delicious cup of coffee or a cold glass of water. Long-distance love is exactly like a full bladder. 

Tino and Tasha talked about everything under the sun. Driving, diving, swimming, drowning, love, sinking and everything in between. They really missed each other. None of them wanted to let the other go. But they had to, at least for now. 

They agreed to meet after another fortnight. Maybe then could the final decision be made. In the meantime, it was like an emptied bladder.