It wouldn’t have been a problem, except for the fact we were waiting at different stations.
Instead of making solid arrangements that were crystal clear to both of us, we sent messages via text, and interpreted them differently.
To be clear, I was the one who was at the wrong station. I made assumptions of where I believed she would arrive. I was wrong.
It turns out there is a brand new Blackfriars station with exits both sides of Blackfriars Bridge. Mo was waiting on one side, I was waiting on the other.
I was mean and insisted my friend came to me. I was cross. I was thirsty and I was horrible to my friend. Not even her fault.