The measuring cup

摘要

His face disappeared behind the wooden board. It was discomforting to be left alone on the semi-abandoned street. I didn't fear the solitude, but I wasn't sure whether the man would return, which left my feelings of purpose in jeopardy. I pulled out my cellphone. It was 4.30 pm. I had to be back to campus by five for a meeting with my research mentor. It would also probably help if I washed my face before that, considering the sweat I could now feel slowly beading up on my temples.