I glance at the clock anxiously.

Twenty minutes.

My leg bounces up and down ridiculously,as though I have restless leg syndrome.

I do.

But that's not the point.

Eighteen minutes.

Why the heck are people never punctual!?

Maybe because you came an hour early? It's slightly an overexpectation if you want the other person to jump into your head and come an hour quickly as well.

I glare at the menu in front of me.

Thirteen minutes.

Uggh. Why is time not moving?

As I sip on the water,my mind goes back to the conversation I had two weeks back.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Can...can we meet?"

"What?",I hear his surprised tone,"I'm...