Sara sat sprawled across from the empty seats, her jacket open, her t-shirt and skirt slightly rumpled, her black stockings gleaming under the table, her ankle boots tapping lazily. Her red-painted nails clutched a napkin, wiping ketchup from her lips as she leaned back, her plate a battlefield of burger crumbs, fries remnants, and a half-eaten bowl of pasta, not to mention the empty ice cream bowls stacked nearby. My absence—and Aeri's—hung in the air.
*Burp.* Sara let out a loud belch, her hand flying to her mouth, a grin spreading as she patted her stomach. "Ahh… now that makes me full," she said, her voice satisfied, leaning back in the booth, her boots scuffing the floor.
She glanced at the empty seats, her brow furrowing slightly, the minutes ticking by since Aeri and I had left for the washroom stretching her patience thin. "I am gonna kill both of them today or maybe I should go and check in the washroom. What if-"
