Three hours, and still no sign of Rehan. I crane my head to the side, capturing the sight of the doorm she should have arrived minutes. I wonder what's taking him so long. Maybe he's caught up on traffic? That's possible.
On cue, the door eventually swings opens to reveal the missing man with a bag. I get up from the sofa in the corner and slowly make my way towards him. And for some reason, he looks like he's in a bit of a turmoil. Like he has a lot of things in him mind. His hair's tattered and messy. As if he's run frustrated fingers across it multiple times.
"What took you so long?" I mumble as he extends the bag my way. Oddly enough, he's avoiding eye contact. I notice this and raise an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm?" Lifting a hand, he runs the back of his neck. "Yeah. I uh..I'm
