Coffeshop

Leigh's P.O.V "Where," I started as soon as I heard the other line was picked up; "are you! Its already 10! We talked we'll meet at 9!" "Whoa," Riley said. "Chill, women. I'm sorry. My mum asked me to look after my brother while she went to the grocery. But I'm on my way now." "Be here in fifteen minutes," I demanded. "Thirty?" She begged. "Twenty," I said, finalizing. "Take it or take it." "Twenty," she repeated, giggling. "Thanks, babe!" "Faster," I smirked, rolling my eyes. "Will do. Love you. See you later!" Then she hanged up. I looked at my phone and smiled, as the screen lock shows a picture of two girls - Riley and I - taken during our graduation. She had been my best friend ever since we're in year 2; and, since then, we've been inseparable. We decided to do a university hunt today. And, apparently, she is late - and I'm stuck here waiting at the coffee shop. Good thing I just placed my order a couple of minutes ago. The shop wasn't packed. There were just half a dozen - or more - today. They say you can identify one's personality through what he drink. Don't know how but it wouldn't hurt to look around, right?