one missed call

sixty - seven

she sat alone in a booth of the chosen coffee shop and every minute of the hour she spent waiting alone, she glanced at her phone that remained empty of any incoming calls or messages.

it's another fifteen minutes passed when north decided to leave.

anger and disappointment burned in her gut as she dialed his number.

it's on the third ring by the time she's halfway across the street—

--that's before she hears the other side of the ringing from the other side of the road and meets a familiar face staring back at her.