EMILY
Where the hell is the Uber driver? I mentally complained as I waited outside the supermarket after buying food items that would last me a month.
It’s been twenty minutes since I called him and twenty minutes he told me he was on his way yet I haven’t seen a sign of him.
“I’m done!” I decided to cancel the ride.
A familiar car stopped in front of me just as I was about to cancel the ride. I thought it was the Uber driver and I heaved a sigh of relief.
“Need some help?”
It wasn’t the Uber driver but it was Professor Dylan. I was surprised to see him because I hadn’t seen him for the past week.
Although I didn’t care much about his were, I still hoped he was fine after all he was a good man.
“Uhm… my Uber driver will be here soon,” I told him although I was unsure about that.
