I'm already here at our meeting place," I texted him, glancing around. It was a quaint little café, its warm, inviting ambiance a stark contrast to the cold, corporate atmosphere I had left behind at the office. As I waited, I ordered a cup of coffee, allowing the familiar aroma to soothe my nerves. The events of the day still lingered in my mind, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the meeting ahead.
A few moments later, I spotted a familiar face approaching.
Wait, anong ginagawa niya dito?
“He's like searching for someone," I observed, noting the way his eyes darted around the café. His expression was tense, his movements restless. It was clear that he was expecting someone else to join us.
"Are you waiting for someone else?" I asked, when he was already inside the cafe, curiosity piqued. He looked at me, a hint of surprise flashing across his face before he quickly composed himself.
"Yes, actually," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "I was hoping she would be here by n
