FIFTEEN MINUTES. I have waited fifteen minutes for Ceasar to arrive at our agreed time to pick up the materials we need for the group project next week. And seriously, it goes above and beyond my head. That he does not fail to disappoint me in the waiting. Waiting for nothing.
Suddenly, someone covered my eyes with their hands from behind, whispering to my ears in a teasing and cunning voice, “Is this the lady that wants me so bad but can’t admit it?”
A little update on the situation. I was sitting inside a small canteen, waiting for the guy who I used to hate so much and now I do not hate that much. Yet he cannot fail to disappoint me with his immense pleasure of not being on time. What did I expect from him anyway?
So I got partnered on the group project with Ceasar and his friend Mar
