As I drained the glass, my breath echoed inside the small space like Darth Vader. I had dribbled some liquid down my chin so I wiped my mouth using a napkin from the dispenser on the counter. COME ON, COME ON! I said to myself.
I checked my cellphone again. Still no reply.
Feeling antsy I flicked the lighter, watching the flame pop up and down, up and down, like a jack-in-the-box. The bartender shot me an irritated look. I stopped.
I considered reading the book in my bag, but knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the storyline anyway.
I got up from my stool, and began pacing around the pub. The bartender sighed loudly. Clearly this annoyed him more than the lighter, as his body tensed with anger.
I needed to stay out of trouble, so I quickly sat down again, throwing him an apologetic smile.
I was about to go out of my mind, when my cellphone bleeped.
Finally! I thought relieved, as I read the text from my mate John.
“TOILET’S FREE. ALL YOURS”
By Sarah ©2017
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