he sits at the restaurant; half a day; waited for her; it was a no show; he doesn't even know what the hell he is doing; wasting his time and this is not even fun; second day in; the city is so crowded; latte; orange juice; caesar salad with chicken; he even manage to finish the 56 pages of book that he didint get to finish since last week; coz back at his place he is always busy and have no time for a book; he doesn't have that kind of luxury and pleasure; he is taking his pace; fast and slow; living life his own way; no one bothers; until one call; this call and he is here now; in a place that he knows no one; because the call was from her; but he knows for sure this time; this is the end of it; the end of it......
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