My Party
Josh
7 p.m.,
I was done with the dinner preparations, restaurant will be closed for regular customers today, but many invitees today are actually my customers. The decorations are all done and the cake is delivered. All that is left is everyone to come. That being said, Ren must be getting off work by now. I should text him and see where he is.
“Ren, why aren’t you here yet? You are not ditching me, right? I don’t wanna punch your pretty face.” I texted him, but he didn’t reply. I waited for almost five minutes and then straight up called him. He answered the called, which was unexpected, as soon as it connects.
“I think I might get a bit late; I'll try to make it, I swear,” he said almost sounding guilty.
Late? He might not come then. I didn’t tell him that today was my b
