NINETY SEVEN

Hiding among the tall tree trunks in silence and the drizzling rain that made his coat wet slowly was something annoying. This is not an option, it is a must. He had to wait there long enough for the person he was looking for to appear. But waiting is not fun. It's more like disgusting. He had never been this irritated by anyone before. And the girls he had seen playing in front of the terrace had been called in by a woman he didn't know. It wasn't Hazel of course. Hazel would always be with Calvin and would stick together like postage stamps and letters. And if the girls not been called into the house, he would have at least still had a more beautiful sight to behold than the dark surroundings and the occasional noise of the nocturnal beasts.

A chill slowly began to creep over his skin from the wet coat he had been wearing for hours. He wanted to give up and go back to his warm car. But what if that person comes? Hadn't he been waiting for hours for that person? So he ignor