Low Tide Love

Chapter 4

(Y/N)'s POV

Crouching behind the blurry entrance door of the cafeteria, I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as I watched Sana anxiously scanning the room, her eyes darting around in search of me. Oh, the lengths she would go to just to have lunch with me.

Her impatience was palpable and I couldn't resist the urge to test her patience even further. With a mischievous grin, I pulled out my phone and sent her a message, knowing full well it would only serve to fuel her frustration.

📱 **Me to Bossy Sana-pie:**
Oh, my dearest Sana, I'm terribly sorry but I seem to have been detained by a horde of angry paperwork. Alas,it appears I shall be unable to join you for lunch today. Please accept my sincerest apologies. 🙇‍♂️

I couldn't help but snicker at the absurdity of my feeble excuse. Surely, Sana would see right through my thinly veiled attempt to test her patience.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before my phone chimed with a reply from Sana. I eagerly opened the message, already anticipating her dramatic response.

📱 **Bossy Sana-pie to Me:**
Oh, (Y/N) my poor, overworked secretary! Fear not, for I shall rescue you from the clutches of paperwork and whisk you away to a delightful lunch date. I shall be waiting for you with bated breath, my dear. 😘

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her melodramatic reply. Oh, how she loved to play along with my little games.

With a smirk, I crafted another equally ridiculous response, mocking her dramatic flair with every word.

📱 **Me to Bossy Sana-pie:** Alas, my dear Sana, it appears I am also besieged by a sudden bout of existential crisis. The weight of the world rests upon my weary shoulder, and I fear I may never find solace in the arms of a delicious meal. 🥺

I chuckled to myself as I hit send, imagining the incredulous expression on Sana's face as she read my message. Oh, the joys of tormenting my dear, dramatic boss. Truly, there was never a dull moment with Sana around.

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Sana's POV

(30 minutes later)

I tapped my foot impatiently under the table, my frustration mounting with each passing minute. Where on earth was (Y/N)? I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity and still there was no sign of him. I could feel my patience wearing thin as I scanned the crowded cafeteria, my eyes darting frantically in search of his familiar face.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I reached for my phone and dialed (Y/N)'s number, my fingers trembling with a mixture of annoyance and anticipation. After a few rings, he finally picked up and I wasted no time in letting him have it.

"(Y/N), where on earth are you?!" I practically shouted into the phone, my frustration bubbling over. "I've been waiting here for ages and you're nowhere to be found! Do you have any idea how hungry I am?!"

(Y/N)'s response was predictably dramatic, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he mockingly feigned innocence.

"Ah, my dear Sana, how delightful to hear your dulcet tones," he replied, his tone exaggeratedly polite. "But alas, it appears I have been ensnared by the cruel clutches of fate, unable to break free from the shackles of my duties as your loyal secretary."

I groaned in exasperation, resisting the urge to hurl my phone across the room. "Cut the theatrics, (Y/N)," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "I don't have time for your nonsense. Get yourself down to the cafeteria this instant or so help me. I'll come up there and drag you down myself!"

(Y/N) chuckled on the other end of the line, clearly amused by my threat. "Oh, my dear Sana, such fiery passion," he teased, his voice filled with amusement. "But fear not, for I shall make my grand entrance momentarily. Prepare yourself for the spectacle of a lifetime!"

I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. Leave it to (Y/N) to turn a simple lunch date into a dramatic production worthy of Broadway. With a sigh, I ended the call and settled back into my seat, resigning myself to the fact that lunch with (Y/N) was bound to be anything but ordinary.