"Okay, got to go! See you later!" Tommy ended the call and stuffed his phone into his jacket pocket. He waited for the street light to turn red and walked across the road quickly, looking at his watch in the process; 1:43 PM.
"Sh-" he began but cut himself off almost immediately. A huge groan escaped his lips with a heavy sigh following after. His feet were in pain, most definitely because of the converse he'd slipped on in a rush, and from the unaccounted distance, he's speed-walked to get to his faraway destination.
Currently, Tommy is forty-three minutes late to the appointment he booked with Wilbur. Wilbur was going to kill him.
Ring ring ring.
Speaking of Wilbur.
Tommy pulled out his phone from his pocket and fumbled to answer the call, pressing the answer button and bringing it up to his ear. The line beeped for a few seconds---those seconds enough to give Tommy a miniature panic attack---before the beeping came to a stop.
"He-" he began but a voice boomed through the phone, cutting him off.
"Tommy! Where are you?!" Wilbur shouted in a whisper, barely audible through the stentorian city that surrounded Tommy.
"I'm on my way! Going as fast as I can!" he answered back, shouting to be heard over the noise around him. Fortunately, Wilbur heard him. Or he thinks that's fortunate. He's not sure.
"The show started 52 minutes ago! It's already too late!" Wilbur said a little clearer. Tommy frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Tommy was sure he heard Wilbur let out a heaving sigh before he answered, "The show is already coming to a close. We missed it."
This made his heart break. Because of him, Wilbur didn't get to see the show that he had been blabbering about all week. All month, even. All because Tommy couldn't get there on time. The silence in the call stretched on and Wilbur sighed once more.
"Tommy?" he whispered, breaking the silence.
"I'm so sorry, Will. You missed the show all because of me." Tommy stopped walking and gripped his phone tighter at his ear. The other line was quiet at first, but then Wilbur spoke.
"It's alright, Tommy. It wasn't your fault," he said and paused. "We can go another time."
The line cut off.
Tommy's eyes narrowed to the floor and the arm holding the phone up to his ear dropped to his side. He lifted his head and watched the strangers around him pass by with not a clue in the world of how stupid he is. He looked to the sky, the sun covered by a passing cloud, and gritted his teeth.
He messed up.
