THE ULTIMATE BLOG CHALLENGE DAY 24
"Five minutes!", the text read.
He leaned against a light post and lit a puff. He hated waiting. He hated when she was late. Impatiently, he looked around. A young couple, holding hands, walked past him. The street dog was busy scratching its back. Some old love song drifted from the shop across the street.
He checked his watch. Ten minutes.
Then he heard. Scurried footsteps.
"You are late", he scowled, without turning back.
"How did you know it was me? You didn't even look back."
"I don't need to turn around. I could see the shadow of your smile".