8...

"Hey man how far?" Ethan said and sat down.

"Not good, I have been waiting here for you for almost an hour. You said you were going to be here by five," Clinton complained, looking at his watch.

"The time now is thirty minutes passed six Ethan, I do not like this at all." He said, twitching his forehead.

Ethan stared at him like he was a nothing, "Why are you making a fuse out of nothing? I do not see any reason why you should be complaining, you do not even have a date."

"So you mean I must be on a date before I can complain about sitting down alone and looking around for an hour like a loner, with no one to keep me company?" Clinton inquired, his face looking like the back of a trolley.

"No, that is not what I meant though," Ethan said to him, holding back his laughter. "I am sorry for wasting your time," he added, even though his apology didn't sound like one. It sounded more like a sarcasm.

"That is what I wanted to hear from you, even t