Jeannette's POV
The clock ticked. Night got more dreary. My mind waved over several wild thoughts and I couldn't settle for any.
It was already midnight and there was no sign of Austin.
The once steamy dish of pasta and deep-fried mackerels,covered with spicy sauce,had turned into a cold rock.
After several attempts to get some sleep,I decided to turn the cold food into some styrofoam containers and get them freezed.
The food was so cold,that it stuck into the glass bowl perfectly. I had to cut it, into several pieces to get the chunks of pasta into the styrofoam containers.
I had returned from work since mid-day. Went shopping,cooked dinner and even finished watching six episodes of a romance telenovela series,yet Austin was not back.
His cell phone wasn't going through and he was
