~Adrian
I sat at the café, dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy slacks, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the tiled floor. The faint hum of chatter and clinking glasses surrounded me, but my focus was entirely elsewhere. My eyes darted to the entrance every few minutes, my fingers drumming lightly against the table.
Joanna had said she’d meet me here this afternoon. I checked my watch—again. 3:45 PM. She was already fifteen minutes late.
I exhaled and reached for my phone, scrolling to her name. I called. It rang, but no answer. My jaw tightened as I ended the call.
What was keeping her?
The waiter approached, a young man with an easy smile and a notepad in hand. “Good afternoon, sir. Are you ready to order?”
I shook my head. “Not yet. I’m waiting for someon
