It was six in the evening. I had just finished my coffee and eaten two slices of cake. Feeling bored, I asked the waiter to bring me some ice cream from the outside.
I've tried my best to be on time but Tobey is late. Is he intimidated by my words last time? No, I mean, did Christopher's domineering presence scare him?
After playing around with my phone to entertain myself, I decided I would go home if he didn't show up in thirty minutes. I have done my part and attended the meeting. Whether he chooses to show up is none of my business.
“What are you doing here?” I heard someone say. “I'm just getting... Ahem,” I said without thinking.
I almost said what I was thinking out loud before realizing it was Tobey's voice. I cleared my throat to cover my embarrassment, put down my phone, and said, “Mr. Osborn, a gentleman shouldn't be late for dates. I'm angry that you have made me wait for thirty minutes.”
“Oh really? I thought you would be happy instead since we can keep our interaction to a minimum. Don't you think so?” Tobey smiled, seemingly unaffected by the incident last time. He sat down across from me and asked the waiter to take my coffee away and bring me a cup of warm milk.