Someone Is Waiting For You Novels & Stories

Dana sat in her usual spot with a book. The young waiter bought her coffee and whispered “There’s a gentleman who has been waiting for you to arrive since 7 in the morning. He asked twice when you would come.” “Oh??” Dana raised her head and the young lad covertly pointed in the direction of the door. Dana didn’t need to look to see who it was… Maine had been doing this for a week. She whispered back to lad “Can you change this to a takeaway cup for me and bring it to the pink car in the car park? Please?

Maybe I would not go on stage anymore, but I’d definitely make a great teacher - “Miss -” a male’s voice rings through the empty and dim lit hallways, making me jump. “There is someone out there waiting for you!” The guardian of the building speaks with a playful smile on his face. “It’s been pouring for over an hour and he is still waiting for you!” “Someone is waiting for me? Did my father send someone to pick me up?” i ask the man as I pull away from the mirror and walk to the front door, peeking out through the fogged glass.

Sighting an empty table, I make my way towards it and draw out a chair tugged under it then, make myself comfortable on it. Unconsciously, I repeatedly Tap my fingers on the polished black, wooden surface while pondering if he will show up or not. I open my contact list on my phone, search out his number and just as I am about dialing his number, a gentleman walks up to where I'm seated. “Can I get you anything ma’am?” The waiter in Black polo with the bar's name —Ricardo— inscribed on it, asks politely. I smile briefly at the young man “Em, I’m waiting for someone. Maybe a bottle of water will be fine for now, thanks.”

Her face was upset because the person she was waiting for hadn't come yet. "Where is this man? Why is he taking so long?" she grumbled. Unable to wait, she sent many messages to Alex's number. Since she hadn't received any reply, Shila called the man. "Where are you? Do you want me to be a burnt burger?!" Shila ranted as soon as her call was answered. "I'll be there in a minute. Already at the intersection not far from your apartment."

’ He managed to convince himself with these reasons even when he felt there is no need to wait any longer. "Well, time will tell if I have to wait a little longer or not." He mumbled silently as he scanned the surrounding for any sign whatsoever but he find none. "Five minutes more and I'm out of here, I tried to be considerate enough. Yeah." Just when Damon has given up on the thought of waiting longer, a lady walked into the eatery, scanning frantically around –any one could she was looking for someone. The moment she laid her gaze on Damon, she waved at him and wore a small smile too.

He said, “I’m busy. I don’t have time.” Thinking of this, he somehow got restless. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. [Send me your address. I’ll pick you and Tyler up tomorrow.] He frowned, deleted it, and typed again. [Where are you and Tyler staying? I’ll come get you tomorrow.] He drew in a breath and pressed send. Sending failed. The soda can hit the floor with a loud clang. Matthew’s brow furrowed. He opened the company group chat in a hurry. He could not find it.

Almost instantly, a message popped up: "Been waiting for you.” I froze, staring at the words. Waiting? For me? But... who?

Though he had already forgotten their names. “Excuse me, do you have any other acquaintances that you were waiting? Can we have a seat? We’ll leave when they arrive and when our friend arrives. We never really expected this place to be this crowdy and all.” The girl in pink jacket and black skinny jeans with white rubber shoes asked him. “Sure, go ahead. I’m not really waiting for anyone. Just… you know, letting the time pass by.” He told them. “Oh, is that so, thank you sir. We hope we’re not bothering you.” The girl on brown T-shirt, ripped skinny jeans and sandals told him.

I wait patiently for Keith to show up. We'd made plans to go watch a movie tonight and I must say , I'm looking forward to it. We'd texted back and forth in the afternoon, and he'd suggested that we go out for a movie tonight. Now here I am, still waiting for him. I know that he's a bit late and I have no doubt he might be tied up at work. I just hope he'll be able to make it because if he doesn't, no doubt I'll be a little disappointed but I'll still understand. He is a busy man.

"I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?" I didn't answer. I rose on my toes and kissed his scar. He froze for a second. Then he wrapped his coat around me, pulling me in tight, his chin settling back on top of my head. "Yes," I said. "I'll always wait."