Shane arrived at the bus stop in more than fifteen minutes. Cammila waited for almost thirty minutes under the scorching heat of the sun. Her blouse was soaked with sweat as Shane's metallic blue car stopped in front of her.
“Hurry up and get in the car.”
Cammila snorted as the window rolled down. Shane, with his sunglasses perched on his nose and strong arms wrapped around the steering wheel, looked like a hot model in an automotive magazine. She hated why Shane had to look that good, when she was so worn and sweaty.
"You said fifteen minutes," Cammila grumbled as she pulled the strap of the seat belt around her body.
“The dean from the health department came to discuss some things.”
"I don't mind if you have visitors in your office, but at least say sorry for making me wait too long
