His and Hers.Pov.

Waiting

She sighs as she looks outside the window for the hundredth time.
She does not want to admit it
Let alone show it.

But she knows and as much as she fights it, it floats up and consumes her day.

As she wipes the table, she slugs not really in a hurry nor really consumed by it.

As she cleans the sink, she sighs the matter becoming a little too heavy for her.

She does not really want to be the first.
She had heard that Maeve had done it before and it had worked out and Stella before her had done so as well.

But she never really visualized it as something she wanted to do or something that she would have to do.
But her heart was burning and her mind was occupied.

" What are you looking at?"
Maeve asked.

"I am not looking really."
She says.

"Then what are you doing?"
Maeve asks.

"Waiting."

She said and fixed her eyes on the road outside.

She was waiting for him.

She did not know his name or his origin.
His mother's name or where he resides.

But she felt the strongest need to wait,

Patiently, in the couch, on the sink, biting into her nails.

And for a second she thought, she had seen the mysterious man.