I have probably like ten more minutes before he gets in. This may be my last words. Please send help.
People went, to and fro. This place was packes the second I got in, and it still is until the moment I'm writing this. I don't know what took him so long, but I hope he's okay by the time he gets here. Waiting can be boring.
There were three sets of table opposite of me, and now there were four. Lunch hour does that to restaurants, I guess. I was just curious about these people; where do they come from? They look like people who drive cars, these people with their family.. but the thing is, parking lot didn't contain much here. Did they walk here, like I do? Did they just come back from shopping, like I do?
