Bab 102: Awaiting Arrival

"When… again…?"

The first time she asked that question there still was a faint trace of orange tinting the dimming skies. Second time she inquired, that orange had already been inked over by a deep hue of black, so much so that it took a moment for me to find her whereabouts in the darkness.

Third time… I found myself scrounging about the front gardens, flashing my phone screen to my whispering questionnaire laying still among the swaying flowers.

"Give her another five minutes," I told her, twirling the phone back in my direction.

Got a brief look at the time before I flickered the phone back off on standby. 8:10 in the evening.

The last thing Amanda messaged back to me was at 6:30, declaring her intent with only three words.

<<On my way>>

"How many more… five minutes…?" Adalia muttered, her impatience clear as day for all to see.