Rehan- The Nostalgic
On Sunday, the next day, I quickly got ready for the day and left my apartment. Since the cafe was far from where I lived, I took my car to upper Manhattan.
The traffic was frustrating, but the drive for the most part was uneventful. About an hour or so later, I finally arrived at the general spot. The cafe was close to NYU, so there were a lot of college students walking around the area.
After several minutes of driving in circles, I finally found the Maplewood Cafe. I parked my car a few blocks away, and walked inside. The place was packed with people, mostly students.
I waited at a table in the corner for the witness. 20 minutes later, he still wasn't there. I sent him a text letting him know that I was at our meeting spot, but I got no reply.
Maybe he forgot? Maybe something came up.
I kept reassuring myself that everything was fine, but after an hour of waiting, I decided to leave, making a mental note to call him later. I walked out of the cafe, and stopped in my tracks.
On the other side of the street, a girl was walking on the sidewalk, towards the subway station. She had long dark wavy hair, and was carrying a familiar messenger bag over her shoulder.
I darted across the street, almost getting hit by cars once or twice. I raced after the girl, pushing past the crowds of people. I made my way to the subway station, where I saw the girl about to board.
"Samaira!"
The girl looked back, confused.
Then, our eyes met.
The confused look on my sister's face changed to a look of pure joy. She ran towards me, and we embraced each other.
And for that one moment, everything was perfect.
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