I was taken aback. Patrick had never actively contacted me before, so I didn't pay attention today either.
I found an excuse, "I was busy."
"Is there anything you need?" I asked.
"Nothing, see you tomorrow."
"Okay," I replied perfunctorily.
I knew he wouldn't come. The next day, at the airport, as expected, Patrick was nowhere to be seen. To give him one last chance, I waited at the airport.
But even as it got dark, he didn't show up. A taxi driver rolled down his window, "Young lady, you've been waiting all afternoon. Are you still waiting for someone to pick you up? Don't wait. Soon there won't be any cars. Where to? I'll take you."
Seeing the driver's sincere face, I got in the car, gave him the address, and he kindly kept his car lights on until I entered the building.
At home, I checked my phone. There were no messages from Patrick, and his score in my heart dropped further.
I was tired and I dropped my suitcase and went to the bathroom. After cleaning up, my supervisor Helen called.
"There's an opportunity to go abroad for a year. Your salary will double when you return."