Saturday's schedule

Mariana

I stared at Ethan, waiting for the moment when he would say that he was leaving, but he didn't say anything, he just stood there, staring back at me, a ridiculous smile on his stupid face.

So I had to take the initiative to send him away myself, after all, I wanted to get back to watching my soap opera, which I had paused at the main moment when the idiot rang the doorbell.

"You can go now, Ethan," I say, not bothering to be polite.

But then again, the first rude person in the whole story was him, who came to my door without telling me he was coming, or rather, without asking me first if I would accept his visit.

Faced with my question, Ethan just settles more comfortably into the armchair in my living room, still with his be