Yves looked at her wrist. 195.

195 seconds until she will meet her soulmate.

She was nervous but her face remained stoic. The only sign of nervousness was the fact that she couldn’t stop tapping her fingers on the counter, while she was waiting for her name to be called.

Were they there, waiting for their coffee like her?

50 seconds. They probably were there.

The seconds were slowly passing by and Yves could feel her heart beating faster.

10 seconds…

“An Americano for Yves”

“That’s me!” Yves locked eyes with the cutest girl she had ever seen.

0 seconds.