Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.... The hour ticked by and samantha frowned.
For Samantha, the waiting had become really tedious. She idolised Francin, she loved his films and his catwalks. However, his tardiness had brought out her detail-oriented side, and her eyes had been opened.
—What the hell! That woman takes so long to get here. I think it's a very bad gesture. We're on the clock,— Samantha said angrily.
—Jesus, Sam, you've got to watch your language. Let's give her a few more minutes. I'm frustrated too,— Layla replied, trying to calm down.
Samantha winced and looked at Layla, only to notice her calmness. Indeed, Layla was frustrated, but, she kept her gestures to herself to avoid misunderstanding.
On the other hand, Layla noticed Samantha's impatience, and let out a faint
