Alex, This Isn't The Time

"Alex, this isn't the time..." she said.
I looked at her as she approached. Round face, short dark hair, elegant. She looked a picture.
"Alex, I don't want to talk about it right now," she said.
She walked quickly, urgently. I could imagine being at the end of that walk, the one waiting for her.
"Alex..." she said into her mobile, her voice failing.
Our eyes met briefly, hers were red and wet. She walked past, her perfume trailing her. She was gone, back to the one waiting for her.
I walked on, into my evening. Alex is a lucky guy and if I was him I would be very careful.