The Waiting Game

She promised she'd meet me here. It was our favorite place in all the world and it had the benefit of being a place that no one would think to look for us: a small cafe named "Kis Nyúl" in the remote town of Zics, Hungary. Nothing about our separate and secret lives could possibly link us to this small, Hungarian hamlet.

I tapped my fingers nervously on the rim of my empty coffee cup. I couldn't tell if it was the anticipation or the caffeine giving me the jitters.

One hour passed, two hours, three, four.

I sighed with the weight of an elephant. It rumbled in my heart to its very core.

Finally, it became time to leave. I couldn't sit here forever like I wanted. I had a mission halfway across Europe soon and needed to make it to the extraction point to catch a helicopter out of here.

I left enough forints on the table for my coffee and I generous tip. No reason for the waiter to be shafted too.

I stood up, pushed my chair in and walked away from a broken promise. I just hoped she hadn't be captured...