BPOV
"I think she is not going to come today." I said.
"I know." he replied.
What does he mean by that? How does he know?
"Hmmm?" I asked.
"Yeah it's really late now. I think she's not going to come day." he replied.
Oh, thank God!
"Shall we go?" I asked.
"Yeah." he sighed.
"Are you disappointed that you didn't find her today?" I asked.
"Yes, I am." he replied, "I really wanted to meet her. She's very wise and intriguing."
"Oh, is she?" I asked, trying to control my smile.
"Yes." he said.
"How did she look like?" I continued.
"I couldn't see her face, but from her voice I could make out that her age must be around forty." he said.
"Oh really?" I asked. I was amazing. How well I had managed to change my voice!
"And you know what? There was one more thing." he said as he took my hand in his.
"She was wearing the similar ring as yours. And she had also burnt her finger." he looked into my eyes. "Just like you."