Time

She was sitting on the stairs she had been sitting on for the last twenty minutes now. She waited and she waited, she looked around her. Picked up her phone. Nothing. No texts, no unanswered calls, nothing. Not such a strange thing, considering she'd checked just two minutes earlier. The minutes passed by, slowly, excruciatingly slowly. She checked it again. And again. She was beginning to get nervous, she fiddled with her purse, she picked up some rocks lying on the ground. 25 minutes had passed. No beep. Not one sound. She was afraid. He was never going to come.