I glanced at my wrist watch and my forehead creased, been waiting for an hour here for my driver. I tried again to contact his phone but it was out of reach. My salon session already finished a while ago and yet he was still not here.
"Your driver not here yet, Ma'am?" the gay hairstylist weirdly asked me.
"Out of reach." pointing at my phone.
"Need a cab now?"
"No, It's fine." I sat up to look outside for Fernand.
"Thank you, Ma'am! Are you sure you aren't like me to call a taxi for you?"
"No thanks. My driver might be outside." I smiled at him and went out.
A cold breeze welcomed my whole being as I got out from the salon. I hugged myself, it looked like it would rain any minute now as I looked at the sky and saw the heavy greying clouds. I tried again to contact Fernand and lucki
