An hour and five minutes (1)
“It was a pleasure meeting you.”
“Likewise.”
“Can I have five minutes and I’ll be right back?”
“Yes.”
My smile faded gradually when he left. He was in a hurry, unwilling to keep me waiting even a few extra minutes. He was keen to finish the errand that forced him to leave me in a hall full of visitors some chatting animatedly, others dancing in its corners.