Inside Sandra's apartment, Sandra waited impatiently on the couch tapping her foot on the floor in anxiety, and she wondered where the man went that he went back.
Sandra's eyes moved towards the wall clock, and she sighed, seeing that it was already past midnight, and she could not feel agitated.
Was he not coming anymore? Did he get trapped in traffic? Different thoughts ran through her mind, but she decided to keep calm and not be swayed.
Sandra got more agitated with every tick of the clock, but her phone suddenly blared up with a call, and she jolted in fear. She looked at the phone, and she was surprised to see that he was the one calling. "Why was he calling?" Sandra mumbled and she picked up the phone reluctantly.
"Hello," she says into the phone gently, like she was expecting devastating news. "Can you come open the door?" She heard the person on the other side of the phone ask, and she jumped up immediately in joy.
