CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I stood at the entrance of the bar trying to spot him. Oh goodness! Where could he be? I glimpsed at my phone for the millionth time zooming in his photo. Ah! I think he's running late. I should call him, I said thoughtfully. I scrolled through my contact to dial his number. I could hear a phone ringing in the bar. A short muscular guy with a squared shaped head and plumpy dark lips picked up the phone on the table and was moving towards my direction to answer it. Oh no no no.. This shouldn't be him. I closed my eyes tightly and zipped my lips, quivering when he walked passed me 

"Hello, yes. I'm right outside".

 Phew! What a relief. I sighed wiping sweat off my forehead as the guy I was calling did not answer the phone. Boy.. Am I so glad that wasn't him. 

"Hey!!! Emily!!! Over here" A voice echoed loudly. 

"Emily, Emily