I'd concluded that I was done for the day. It was the final day of my escort tour to Glasgow. I'd had only one time-waster and that was the guy who said he wanted me to handcuff him to his steering wheel while I saw my clients, only coming back to check on him to feed the parking meter at the expiration of his two hour grace period.   Predictably, and regrettably, he never turned up.  That would have been something for the Scottish Tabloids to report!

I decided that I deserved a treat and it was going to be a take-away supper from TGI Fridays. I haven't eaten at TGI Friday's since 2001. And after last night, I doubt I shall be eating there again, this side of the millennium. But that's another story.

I waited on my floor at the hotel for the lift and when it opened, it already had a man and woman inside it.

Elevator etiquette is a funny old thing. A bunch of strangers cooped up close and personal in a manner that defies our basic lust for personal space. Some people flounce in without so much as an acknowledgement of other human beings in there. Sometimes there is fleeting eye contact, and a weak smile, just for a nano second. Maybe even a joke shared as witty minds swiftly find a common ground for humour in the few seconds that bond a group of strangers together.

I entered the lift and went for the weak smile option, without offering direct eye contact. There. Nice and inoffensive in case my companions didn't feel like being social.

But the woman was looking at me. Well, she was looking in my direction. And in an area the size of a lift, that doesn't leave much choice for where to look. I turned my head swiftly in the direction I assumed her face was pointing, thinking there'd be a poster or restaurant menu up there, presenting the "joke shared as witty minds find a common ground for humour" option. What met my eyes was a close up of my face as it was a mirror on that side. No poster. No picture. Just me and my reflection. What on earth could she be looking at?  I couldn't have looked plainer if I'd draped a paper bag over my head.

Curious, I cast a swift glance at her face to see if I could follow the directions of her eyes. I hoped not to get caught. In the confined space of a lift, you never make direct eye contact unless you've found that common ground to talk about.

I got caught because she was looking right at me. I looked away wincing. And my mind was processing many thoughts.

Why did she have that mischievious, enigmatic smile?

Why was she looking at me? Had she mistaken me for a celebrity? Or was she a very friendly celebrity that I should have recognised. Because I was suddenly realising that she looked familiar. As my mind scanned every episode of Silent Witness, Casualty, Holby and EastEnders, to figure out if I'd recognised her face from the legions of actresses in these programmes, I blurted out, "you look familiar,"

Her smile broadened, and there was a hint of mischief in her eyes and a naughty curl to her lips that I remembered well.

Melanie, of Aberdeen ! I'd met her a couple of times during my escort tour of Aberdeen last year. And there we were, randomly thrown together in the same lift, in the same Glasgow hotel.

We hugged and exchanged an update of each other's lives without giving anything major away on either side. I had no idea who the man with her was. If he was a punter, he was probably dying a million deaths at being seen with an escort, even though neither of us knew each other. But such is the strength of paranoia.

It is worthwhile noting that Melanie didn't yell out my name when she saw me. She could have done that. And I also, didn't address her by any name either. Such is the etiquette of we Scarlett Ladies and our double identities. You have to be on your guard and not drop a colleague into it by carelessly blurting out her working name. The man with her could have been her brother or a work colleague, for all I knew.

We parted ways in the lobby. But I'll be seeing her in about a week's time after I've completed the Inverness leg of my escort tour and then head on over to Aberdeen.

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