Her Last Waiting At City Hall Romane & Geschichten

Jack had been sitting in the living room, waiting for Hazel to come back. At this time, the night had enveloped the city.He glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows, feeling good about the fact that it had only been an hour since he called Hazel. Knowing that she was coming back home instead of delaying, showed that the little woman still had a conscience!

How wonderful would that be? Charlotte drove her car and tailed Zachary’s car. She arrived at the city hall along with Zachary. As expected, even though it was dark, the lights in the city hall were still on. Someone was working overtime, waiting for Zachary to get his divorce. The person who came to greet Zachary was clearly stunned when the four men arrived with Lorraine in her wheelchair. The employee hurriedly gave them a professional smile. “He he… Mr. Connor, we’ve been waiting for you. Please come with me.”

It's somewhere in between—a bruise-colored warmth, tender to the touch. City hall smells like floor wax and bureaucracy. We're in a beige waiting room with fluorescent lights that make everyone look mildly ill. Lulu's on my lap, gnawing the corner of a pamphlet about property tax exemptions, which she seems to find riveting. A number dispenser hums on the wall. Ours is sixty-three. They're on forty-nine. Silas sits beside me, legs stretched out, arms folded, looking about as comfortable in a government building as a wolf in a—

Seeing that I was not accepting his offer, he added, “You have my word. I’ll be at city hall the day after tomorrow. I won’t back out this time.” All our colleagues gathered around in shock. Valeria’s jaw dropped in disbelief. After thinking for a moment, I ended up taking the ticket. After all, considering the past five years, he owed me far too much. That evening, I arrived on time at the concert entrance. A long line stretched all the way to the next street, but there was no sign of Arthur. I always used to wait for him outside the venue whenever there was an event. I’d always be the very last person to go in.

She hated places like this and now she was forced to stay here more. "Can't we get on with this already?... I mean who exactly are we waiting for and why isn't he here?" She complained to Stan. "I think it's the family of the culprit, the police want them here before anything happens." "Well, they should put a call through to them because I can't spend my whole day in such places." "Officer!" She called one of them who just finished on the phone. "Yes madam?." "What or who the hell are we waiting for? We've been here for like twenty minutes and yet nothing."

She had seen me waiting there all day. Snapping back to my senses, I shook my head lightly. "Thank you. I'm not doing it today." … As I walked out of the City Hall, a few staff members passing by after getting off work whispered to each other, "I think I've seen her a few times. She always comes here alone, trying to get married." "Now that you mention it, I remember her, too. She's always waiting for someone who never shows up." I kept my expression blank, but on the inside, I was dreadfully embarrassed. Shame overwhelmed me to the point where I couldn’t lift my head. Instinctively, I picked up my pace.

He barked. “Are you kidding me?” She smiled. Her strategy worked. “There are many places to meet, he is a politician, but it doesn’t mean he will only be in his office.” She calmly explained. Although, she was, in all honesty, on the brink of bursting into a hearty laugh. He was silenced when he realized she had a point. “Just take me to the city hall.” He ended the conversation with a nuisance. “Can you hold these for me, sir?”

She shrugged, hating her lame answer. "That's normal." "Is this normal thought?" "What? You mean sitting around and waiting? Yeah, I'm afraid it is. Once, we sat on a tarmac for nearly fifty hours waiting for some guys to show up to make an exchange. Ideally we agree on a time, but in cases like these where the other party has the power, you wait." Tabby nodded and filed that information away. She turned her hand in his, threading their fingers together. He leaned a little closer. "I missed you last night."

I dial up the drivers number to check on her, “hello; is madam with you” “No sir; I’m waiting at the car park, waiting for her call”, “Alright” I end the call, she hasn’t even left the venue at this time though it’s very late. I really hope no one takes a picture of her and Cete; cause that would make headline news, people would be happy to see that, and women would think they can make a free pass at me.