Waiting anxiously
Daryl and his father took a seat in the waiting area, their bodies tense with anxiety. Daryl drummed his fingers on his knee, his eyes darting around the room.
His father sat with arms crossed, staring straight ahead. The minutes ticked by slowly, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity.
They exchanged occasional glances, both wondering how long they would have to wait for some sort of resolution.