Harry parked the car at the empty parking space. Instead of shutting the engine off and getting out of the car, he just rested his forehead against the steering wheel and sighed. He did not want to come here but he already gave his word to his friends.
He could not go against his words despite not having any mood to have fun.
He wished he could go home and sleep. He had no mood to do anything but dreaming about her.
Yes, he had become apathetic man recently, mooning over a woman who did not even treat him as a potential boyfriend.
He sighed after fifteen minutes. He finally gathered his mood and was ready to face the music.
"It's time to go," he told himself and shut off the engine. He pulled the key from its slot and took the phone he put in the drink slot.
Harry entered the premise with a cold look on his face. All those who were bumping into him on the way quickly made way, afraid to see how serious he looked.
