Karmen sat at a small table near the window of the café, slowly sipping the lemon tea he had ordered earlier. The warm drink had already cooled slightly, but he barely noticed as his attention drifted repeatedly to the watch on his wrist.
Aisha had asked him to meet her there. Yet she still hadn't arrived.
He checked the time again, his brows drawing together slightly. With a quiet sigh, he picked up his phone and dialed her number. The call rang for several seconds before ending unanswered.
Karmen lowered the phone and set the cup back on its saucer.
'Did something happen?' he wondered.
Just as he was about to stand up, preparing to leave the café and check outside, he spotted a Aisha approaching through the glass doors.
She was walking toward him with long, hurried strides.
Relief flickered across Karmen's face as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and waited for her to reach the table.
