Waiting for the Shooting Star
“Are you ready to order something?” Asked a waiter dressed in black. “Not yet. Actually, I’m waiting for someone.” Albie replied with a faint smile. The waiter nodded and moved to another table and repeated the question. Albie glanced at his fastrack, it was only half past four. He double checked on his phone kept on the table. 4:30, the digital clock on his lock screen said. They had agreed to meet at four thirty. Any moment now! He contemplated. It had started to rain outside, but he could not hear the sound of the rain, only the melodies of Yanni. ‘The Mermaid’ from the Greek composer’s album ‘Reflections of passion’ was going on. This place always played nice music, romantic mostly. Perhaps one of the reasons why it was one among the top hang out places for youngsters in the city. The place had such surreal ambiance, overhead lanterns hung all over the place, their shapes resembling the paper lanterns that are floated into the night sky. Albie glanced over at the