The following day
Emily sat on her wooden chair just outside the restaurant; below her table, she impatiently tapped her foot onto the wooden flooring and occasionally looked at her watch. She was still tired from last night's gala and dreaded the fact that she could not sleep because her mind kept ticking.
''Where is this man?" Emily asked herself beneath her breath. She had chosen a spot out in the open, overlooking the main street, so she could see him before he saw her. Just when she thought of giving up and standing from her chair, she felt a breeze on her back, and she turned around to see that it was none other than Eddy's.
