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His watch just struck 8pm. Another half an hour to go, he thought to himself. The rain seemed to be somehow mad at him, for it was slashing itself violently against the glass pane of Brown 1, breaking itself into tinly little droplets that trickled all the way down. He looked around, realizing that he was the only remaining customer. But he was still hopeful. He still was! He could not help but gaze through the glass door into the darkness outside, hoping ... "Sir, would you like something else?" A face with a beaming smile blocked his view. "Oh no, thanks! I'm just ... I'm good with just this. Thanks." He awkwardly forced a smile back at the waiter, who grinned at him one more time before taking off to join the other two apparently chatting away and occasionally stealing glances at him. He looked at his watch again, sighed, and flipped through the pages of Globe in search for something interesting to read to kill the time. As much as he wished he could c...