Couch

Six PM... but Ma Ri is still not in sight.

Fidgeting my fingers for a while now in my pocket, I finally reach for it and dial her number. It takes more than three rings for her to pick up the call. Where does she keep her phone?

“Ma Ri, where ar-”

A woman from the other side of the street waves at me while her other hand is up, holding the phone in her left ear. She crosses the street after a quick glance from her right and left. I put the phone down and sigh, crossing my arms in front of me, waiting for her to reach the entrance of the establishment.

“I know you are so strict when it comes to time but it is not yet past 6 PM, why are you calling me?”

“I thought you ignored my message.”

For the past few days, I noticed that she acted so cautious around me. Like as if I will growl at her or something. So ignoring my message and telling me that she missed it is a possible alibi.

She simply hisses and looks somewhere else, then turns back to me.