Romantic

Asher looked at his phone screen and wondered whether or not should he call. She should have been here half an hour ago yet there were no signs of Esther. From what he could feel, she wasn’t in distress.

“Asher, going for another round?” one of the men asked carefully, getting on his motorbike.

As Asher glanced at him, he could clearly feel the pressure emanating from him. This made the man gulp and add, “Never mind then.”

At that instant, as though Asher’s concerns were telepathically conveyed, his phone started to ring, and Asher’s lips hooked up subconsciously when he saw that name being displayed on the screen.

He received the call after waiting for couple seconds.

The voice came from the other side.

“Hello, Asher. I am here, but I can’t find you.”

“Where are you?” asked Asher.

“Me? At the location you sent me. There is a lighthouse here and also