“You can wait for my mom for years, but you can’t wait for me for an hour?” she asks, as she places her hand on her heart, acting as if she hurt and wiped her fake tears.
I just glare at her and wait for her to finish her drama.
“OK. I stopped. Can you call someone? It’s like no one wants to come near to our booth”, she asks as she looks around us.
I turned to call for a waitress. This time there was a guy who came to take our order. Lily ordered herself a Neapolitan ice cream and I ordered myself black coffee.
“So…” I was cut off by someone.
“Lily?”
Before I could ask why she called me to meet her today, there was this man called her as he stood next to us.
“Uncle Adam?” Lily called out that man.
“What are you doing here? And who’s he?” he asked as he looked at Lily and looked b
