Behind the Glass Window of the Cafe

"Meet in front of the bookstore again, right?" asked the Alsava, making sure. While waiting for an answer from the other side. She clutched her cellphone between her shoulders and ears, while her hands were busy tying the laces on her shoes.

"I'm in front of the bookstore. Where are you?" The voice on the other side asked, from the tone of his voice, it was clear that the man was annoyed because he was the only person who had to wait.

"I'm still at home. You don't come home yet?"

"What did I do to go home first? It's okay, just hurry here, Al."

"Yes, I will go now. Bye!" said Alsava. She then turned off the telephone line while running out of her house, approaching the online motorcycle driver who was waiting in front of the house.

While waiting for Alsava, Adrian stands impatiently in front of the bookstore. Every now and then he looked at his watch and felt even more annoyed that time seemed to be running so slowly, and Alsava didn't arrive. In t