You Left, Someone Waits
Language: en
That evening was the eighteenth time Mark refused to meet me at my dorm. Frustrated, I nudged his chest; he tapped my forehead. “My time’s valuable, Iris. Could’ve read two journal articles waiting for you.” He checked his watch. “Six minutes, twenty-six seconds late. Date ends six minutes early.” Later, Jenny grumbled, “Next time I’m telling him off—he can’t treat you like this.” I forced a smile. “That’s just Mark. Hates waiting.” Before our next date, I cut my finger bandaging it took longer. His text popped up: One minute late. Date canceled. My time’s too valuable. Gripping the…