THIRTY

Nine past forty-one P.M.

Rosie should have been done by now.

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel along with the soft background music being played on the radio. It’s been almost half an hour and I’m still patiently waiting for a certain blonde to come out of the bar’s door.

I held my breath as I saw Rosie walked out from the metal doors. She let her wavy hair loose and quite messy, in a good way of course. She has a long brown coat and a scarf around her neck.

My foot kick the car’s door open and I jumped out so Rosie will notice my presence. It took less than ten seconds as Rosie looked up and her eyes met mine. I half-jogged to where she is, of course with a confident smile tugged on my lips. Hell, I’ve been practicing on it since I’ve made up my mind to meet her.

“Hi, Rosie.”

And again, just like our first few meetings, she ignored me and continue walking. Great, now I’m invi