Riya was waiting in Sam's café for about 20 minutes, but her friend was nowhere to be seen. She sighed in impatience and sipped the cold coffee for the hundredth time from the mug. Being the owner of this place, Sam should be punctual and dedicated, but she was everything opposite to that. Riya looked at the last text she sent Dhruv and wondered why he never replied. Except the status as "Seen", nothing else. She stopped worrying and dropped the useless device back in her handbag. No use looking at the same text a million times.
She was getting edgy by the minute and when she was about to leave, Sam entered her café flamboyantly. She was in a designer white saree which definitely must have costed her a fortune and a matching white embroidered purse. She walked towards Riya's table swiftly and took the seat facing her.
