I am not so sure about this. About what is going to happen even though I am already in a point that there is no turning back. Making me walk back and forth in front of my car as I wait for someone, someone whom I felt I am taking involuntarily after everything that has happened last week.
“What are you doing?” a voice came.
“Here it is.” I said to myself stopping from my track and look back to see Catherine standing behind me with a big sports bag on her shoulder while wearing the thing she has this morning going at work.
“You are early.” I said.
“Early? I am actually half hour late than what we promised.” She said looking at her wrist watch before facing me again.
“What is wrong with you? Is everything alright?” she said walking closer to me while I stood still looking at her as she
