In the evening, Katrina arrives at the restaurant early.
While she waits for Farrah, a waiter comes up to her table with the menu. She looks up and smiles. "Sorry, I'm waiting for my friend. I’ll order later, but I’ll have a glass of orange juice for now. Thank you."
“Okay.” He comes back after a while with the orange juice.
After twenty minutes, Farrah still hasn’t arrived. The orange juice is half-empty and Katrina starts to get a little worried. Should I call her? she thinks, getting her cell phone from her bag.
No, she might be on the way. No need to make her worry. I might just cause an accident if I call… If she doesn’t get here in ten minutes, I’ll call. I can wait a little longer.
As Katrina places her phone on the table, she hears a familiar voice.
“How sad! What, no friend
