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He was late, and my ire was bristling. My indignation seethed, as it wasn’t the first time. His casual attention to punctuality really got on my goat.
We had a restaurant reservation, and it was a restaurant where if you were late chances were they would give your table away.
I’d tried to explain this to him so many times, and always he promised to be ready on time.
I sat at the window looking down the street anticipating his arrival.
The longer I sat there, the more hostile I was becoming. In my mind, I thought of every nasty thing I could say to him. I hated being late.
Just as tension within me was at breaking point, I spied his sauntering gait rounding the corner. He looked up and gave me a wave attached to it was the smile I fell for every time.
Immediately every bad thought slipped out of my mind as I grabbed my things and heading out the door to meet him.