I observe Emily, who is sitting in front of me, eating pizza. If her dinner was pizza, it's something I love.

She thinks I don't notice her glancing at the door and checking the time every few minutes, so I curiously ask her, "Do you have to leave?" She tries to hide her eagerness upon hearing my question.

"No, it's just that I find it strange that Mason hasn't arrived. Does he often come home late?" she asks, picking up her phone.

"No, not at all. It never happens, except for this time when he