Mr. Jude checked his wristwatch for what must have been the hundredth time.
Twenty minutes.
He had been waiting for Robert for twenty very long minutes.
The atmosphere in the coffee shop was starting to suffocate him.
The freshly brewed aroma of coffee wafting out of the shop was now too much.
Jude's gaze swept the car park. Finally, a ray of hope.
Robert's car came into view; Jude's tensed muscles relaxed a little.
"Ah, right on schedule," Jude said to himself.
Williams, walking beside Robert, was pointing.
"That's Mr. Jude over there," Williams said, his hand jerking in Jude's direction.
Robert nodded, a serious look crossing his face.
They got out of the car, their long shadows stretching out as they stepped out into the sun.
They walked, the echo of their footsteps bouncing
