After work the next day, one of my car-loving coworkers asked if I wanted to hit the car show with him.
I was actually planning to go with him. We get along great and both love cars. But since I'd already promised Iris, I had to say sorry and turn him down.
I ended up waiting for Iris on the sidewalk outside my office.
Before I even thought to text her, Iris sent a message: [Albert, I'm on my way. Meet me downstairs at your office.]
I texted back: [Okay.]
So, I just stood there outside the office, watching the traffic.
The sun set, and it got dark. I was still there waiting.
Two hours passed, and Iris still hadn't shown up. It was a less than 20-minute drive from our home to my office.
I tried calling her, but she didn't answer. Texts went unanswered too.
At 9 p.m., I checked Iris' phone location and found her at the Night Hotel.
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By then, the car show was long over.
Hungry and tired, I went to grab dinner around 10 p.m.
After eating, I caught a cab home, washed up, and went to bed.
I didn't bombard Iris with texts or calls to ask why she stood me up like I used to.
I wasn't even upset about her no-show.
Iris came home at 2 a.m., turning on every light in the place.