She hated waiting and doubted he was worth it. Minute by minute led to further fuming. No one wants to stand around and her mother once said ringingly “never wait longer than 15 minutes for a man”. Other men were starting to look at her funny, slyly trying to make eye contact. She got madder, shifting her weight from leg to leg, trying to take a diffident stance. As he rounded the corner, sweating while he rushed, she melted and instantly forgot how she had steamed.
