As the waiter brought the drinks menu, she glanced up, hoping to see a sign that help was coming, but there was nothing. The minutes dragged on, and with each passing second, her anxiety deepened. Had the waiter not understood her? Was she truly on her own? The bar was almost empty at this point.
Jonathan kept glancing at his watch, his patience visibly wearing thin. Amelia pretended to browse the menu, her mind too frazzled to focus on the words. The drinks arrived, and Jonathan’s impatience was palpable.