A few months ago, this girl and I made plans to hang out. We made plans on a Tuesday, I think, and decided to spend some time together on Wednesday. She texted me in the afternoon on Wednesday, wondering what time we agreed to hang out. I told her one o’clock.
I got to the cafe about fifteen minutes earlier than the time we were supposed to meet. One o’clock came. She wasn’t there. One-thirty came and went. Still, she wasn’t there.
I didn’t want to seem desperate, so I just sat there waiting, not wanting to text her to see what’s up.