He was late.
That kid is late. Again. Aisht.
He’s late when I have something important to say.
The airplane ticket seemed to burn through my coat pocket where I stuffed it earlier.
I glance at my wrist watch. Yep. He’s 15 minutes late already.
Just then I hear a trickle of the bells on top of the restaurant’s front door.
I
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