I woke up early the next day. I prepared early and decided to eat breakfast at Red Pearl’s before going to work. Martin greeted me as I entered the café.
“Good morning, hun! I was waiting for you last night, but I didn’t see you. What time did you go back?”
“Good morning, Marts! Oh, we arrived at around 7 p.m. Fritz made a detour, and we watched the sunset before going back.” I said sleepily.
“No wonder you’re still sleepy. Sit down. I’ll make you coffee and breakfast.”
I sat down at our favorite spot.
Martin came back with a hot coffee and French toast.
I looked around, and it looked like Fritz was not there yet. I checked my phone, and there were no messages either. Strangely, he’s not here yet. He always arrives before me. He’s probably tired from yesterday.
“Not here yet,” Mar
