I'M GOING CRAZY

Tiffany kept waiting for Dass as she tapped her feet impatiently. Meanwhile, Dass was waiting for her to drink from the glass.

After more than thirty minutes passed, she called him. He answered and asked, "Why are you calling me? You will arouse suspicion."

"Please come out, let me just see you and I'll be okay," she implored. "I'm going crazy, Dass."

"Haven't I explained the situation to you?" He asked. "I really want to come to you but I don't want to endanger you. I'm trying to make sure none of our enemies are still around. In the meantime, drink from your glass. You will only arouse suspicion if you do not touch it."

Tiffany wanted to speak but he hung up. She was so worried that she could not bring herself to drink.

After the call ended, Dass gritted his teeth, "How long will it take that fool to drink? Why is she wasting my time?"

After a few more minutes passed, Tiffany sighed and picked up the glass of wine. Her hand shivered as she tried to make sense of Dass's predicament.