Let's Break Up

She sat down on the couch, drinking tea, and read her little pocket book. She was waiting for the man to show up just like they scheduled.

She took her red pen and wrote something on the paper. She glanced sideway and noticed the man arrived.

He wore his black suit, red tie, and neat hair. He looked at the watch and asked her, "Babe, you are calling me?" He said with his impatient tone. He felt irritated inside due to his meeting been interupted.

He swore he told her to never call him if there was a emergency. He felt panic from the sudden call as he dashed outside the meeting room and meet her downstairs, yet she saw her from afar she was alright.

What was wrong with her?

The girl looked at him profoundly. She looked down as she ripped her paper. She folded the paper until a small size. She shoved it to his chest and left the white lobby.

She wore her sunglasses back and strode outside the building through the glass door. She didn't say anything to him from the start.

He felt dumbfounded. "What's wrong with her?" He looked at her departung figure, dissapeared in the midst of people.

He wanted to follow her, but his paused meeting was waiting for him. He blinked his eyes and looked at the paper.

His eyes shaky, his body trembled, he cursed outside!

"Sh*t!"

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The note said, [Let's break up.]