Michael have been waiting for Brenda in his apartment for three hours now. He’s run out of things to do to keep him from thinking of Brenda. He had called her three hours ago and she said she was going to meet him at his place.

He looked out of his window from time to time and yet no sign of her, he walked over to his reading table and tried to focus his attention on the book he has opened earlier.

“Fuck.” He cursed as he stood up and swept his hands through his hair, pulling the hairs back ward. “Why can’t I concentrate?” he said looking at the...