"Sir, five minutes have passed. She's long gone. We should go," Nerfa said as she looked up at Epraim.
He was standing still with smiling eyes. With his melted expression, he looked brighter than the lamp post beside him.
"I'm lucky aren't I? Nerfa? she hasn't gone home yet, so I saw her."
Nerfa rolled her eyes. "Then why did you hide when she turned around? Why did you stop following her?"
"It's not yet time."
Nerfa slammed her hand on her forehead. Whenever she asks why won't he just go and court her if he likes her so much, that was always his response.
"I'm afraid Nerfa. If I act too hasty, I might lose her."
Nerfa remained silent for a while. Then she spoke.
"We should go now, sir. It's getting cold. What if you get sick?"
When Epraim just stood there looking at the path she had taken, Nerfa shook her head. "You're already sick, sir. Lovesick."