“If you’d be patient. . .” he said to her as she walked away.
They had met up for a light dinner at the corner cafe after work. The soothing atmosphere and tranquil music made it the perfect place to unwind after their busy week.
When dinner began to wind down he had taken out his phone and ordered a car to take them home. That was a half hour ago.
She let out an exasperated sigh while scanning up and down the street for any sign of their ride. “What’s taking them so long?” She asked. Her shoulders dropped in a small sign of defeat. They had a lovely meal and now she wanted to go home.
“We could have taken the bus.”
He was right, but she wanted to take a car for the ambiance.
From behind he motioned to her and spoke softly yet firmly. “Come here.” When she came over he pulled her to his side. “Sometimes you have to wait for what you want.”
She took a deep breath and willed herself to relax. “You’re right. I can wait.”
And, when she stopped being impatient for things to happen, they did.