Worth the Wait

Tristan glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. The ticking of the second hand only seemed to irritate him more. He tapped his foot on the hardwood floor, the soft thud of his expensive leather shoe doing little to ease his restlessness. “Chloe, dear, can you hurry up? We are going to be late!” he yelled from the living room.

“Five more minutes!” came her familiar response, sl