ERIK was running out of hope as he patiently waited for Keira to return home that night. He was in the store right opposite the girl's house.
It was past eight o'clock and as far as he knew, Keira was out of work at five o'clock.
When she thought of the possibility that the young lady might have gone somewhere with her boyfriend, he felt the indescribable sadness in his heart. But Erik did not take care of that feeling and quickly ignored it even in his mind.
"Who are you waiting for Erik? Is it Keira?" Mrs. asked him. Ramos, the lady who owns the store where he sits today.
Erik smiled and looked at the woman who was between forty-five to fifty years old. "Yes, Mrs. Ramos, I'm waiting for Keira," he said truthfully.
It was then that the woman watched him intently. After a while, it op
