It was a rainy and cold afternoon. The clock struck 6 o’clock. He was late. He was never late. Amy looked around while she was waiting. It was a very nice café. It was round-shaped and it had a wooden floor. The tiny tables and chairs were really comfortable. There were some families having tea and an old couple drinking coffee. It was a quiet and peaceful scene.
Amy looked back to her table and the coffee she hadn’t started to drink and the piece of cake still untouched. She was getting nervous. The clock struck 6:10. Nobody was entering the place. She looked around again.
One of the families near her had a little baby. She had tiny blonde curls and beautiful green eyes. Amy thought she was really tender but she made her feel uncomfortable. Amy wanted to have a baby. She wanted a baby daughter. A little kid who would have red hair and blue eyes, and rosy cheeks, just like Amy. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to watch that baby, knowing she couldn’t have one. Amy tried to stop herself, but a shiny tear was shed.
A noise came from the door. It opened and a man wearing a black suit entered. He saw Amy and sat in front of her. Amy was terrified. The clock struck 6:25. Only 5 minutes left.
She tried to breathe calmly. She was sweating and she could hear her heart beats very loud. The man’s brown and cold eyes looked directly into hers. He smiled and took her right hand. He gave her a small package, smiled again, stood up and left.
Amy looked at the little package with a letter “A” on top. It was the time. The clock struck 6:30.
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