By 6pm that same evening, a certain gentleman was already seated at a table at Club Dynamo, awaiting his date.
He had changed from his previous outfit to a less formal one. He looked great in his navy blue suit and sky blue shirt. Instead of a tie, the first two buttons were opened, giving him a more relaxed appearance.
He was dashing enough to catch the admiring gazes of anyone that saw him.
He ordered a drink as he settled down in a strategic corner, his eyes pinned to the front door. That way he wouldn't miss her when she arrived.
But the sad thing about his sitting position was that he was forced to see every single individual that came into and exited the club.
Some were alone, others hanging on the arms of their partners while whispering sweet nothings to themselves as they entered or left.
From the excited anticipation he initially had, to anxiousness, until it turned into disappointment, he continued to wait.
