The day of the auction finally arrived. Ania sat on the bonnet of Ivan's BMW as the clock ticked past eight PM. Her legs were crossed casually while she blew bubbles with her gum, her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone.
Ivan leaned against the car beside her, his gaze shifting restlessly between his watch and the street ahead. "Shouldn't he have been here by now?" He grumbled, glancing up at Ania. "It's been almost an hour since we've been waiting."
Ania shrugged, barely lifting her eyes from her phone. "I don't know, Ivan. Besides, the auction doesn't start for another hour, so just relax. You aren't going to make him arrive sooner if you keep asking me the same question over and over again."
Ivan growled, his impatience growing as he checked his watch again. He looked back at Ania, "Couldn't we have just gone and grabbed him from his house? It would've been faster that way."
