The Date
Jane
I glance at my watch for the hundredth time. That’s it.
I can’t wait anymore.
I take my phone and dial Imran.
"Imran," I mutter, pissed off.
"Jane? What happened?"
"What. Happened? Oh..you’re so dead, Imran. You’re so fucking dead."
"Cool down, what’s happening?"
"The guy you set…