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After I enrolled for the next school year, I spent my remaining hours outside.

I'm gonna stay outdoors and wait until the night, fearing I might be late again for his session.

I'm currently killing my time here in this cafe just nearby his usual busking spot.

At this time, it won't be long until he comes.

Maybe 25 minutes more.

So I decided to eat my dinner at a pub next to this street.

This is against my will but I am eating my food in a rush.

God knows that I never ate my food in a rush, even for once.

Now, I did.

He might be getting ready by now.

After I payed my food, I hurriedly walked out of the pub.

I ran as fast as I could until I arrived at the area.

I slowed down to take a breath.

But to my dismay, there are no signs of him.

Even the speakers, that are usually there before him, are nowhere to be found.

Maybe I came too early?

It can't be though.

He normally comes here on or before 6:30.

7:00

7:30

It's been an hour and he's still not here.

If only I had his number then I would've asked him why he's not here.

I would've told him that I'm waiting.

I stared again at my phone with a sulky face for the nth time.

I can't help but to let out a sigh.

A night without hearing his voice huh?

Then my night routine is incomplete.

Turning my phone off, I proceeded to walk away from this place to go home.