"Amanda, you said he would be here soon, but where's that guy? You think he's deciding to make fools of us and letting us roast under this sun?" Kayson rested her hands on her forehead, glancing back and forth, constantly complaining.
"Kayson, be patient. Since he said he would pick us up, I doubt he would stand us up." Amanda watched Kayson's anxious expression and replied with a faint smile.
"We've only known him since yesterday! Who knows if he will stand us up?" Kayson hummed doubtfully.
Amanda shook her head, "He doesn't seem like that type of person. Let's wait a bit."
"Wait, wait, wait... Amanda, you've said that five or six times already." Kayson pouted, sat in the seat of the juice shop and protested discontentedly.
"And that's because you've asked the same question five or six times, that's why I've given you the same answer." Amanda lightly wrinkled her brows, speaking calmly, "Kayson, Wendy, if you don't want to wait, you can go first. I can wait here by myself."
