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appointment..? Wouldn't come at all..? Will she think that he was just another
bastard who walked away on her without a reason other than boredom..?
She was thinking about all of this not knowing that the one waiting for him was
sitting a couple of steps - literally - from her..
-I'm not late, am I..?
That was "Sherif" sitting on her table, trying to catch up his breaths.. His voice
startled her, but she managed to pull herself together quickly, answering him:
- No... I've been here for five minutes only..
- OK.. Why aren't you sitting on our usual table..?
- Was already occupied..
- Are you OK..?
He wondered, looking at her, before checking the menu that the blonde
waitress brought him.. She lighted a cigarette answering:
- Yeah..
- Sure..? You don't look like your usual..
- Believe me.. I'm fine..
She answered, rolling a curl of her hair between her fingers, looking totally
distracted, so he didn't insist to bother her..
He stopped the fat waiter passing by, to order a Nescafé, before turning to his
companion to find her completely absorbed by her cell phone, so he stood up..
- I'll go to the bathroom till my order comes..
- OK..