Three hours…

Three hours had ebbed away like dirt under the guidance of water…

Three hours that could have been spent doing absolutely anything else but this..

Why had you agreed to this..? You should have stayed home..

Grasping your phone, a minor peek at the screen revealed nothing, not even a text.. to think.. you had spent the entirety of your afternoon dressing yourself to the nines—jewelry, heels (or dress shoes), hair done perfectly, dress (or suit)—all for it to go to waste.