Snippet #973304

Vincent looked up at the clock. It was evening now, a little past 5:30 pm: Vincent figured he might as well get himself something to eat. Glancing back at his phone, a fleeting thought past through his head: Isn't she going to call? Then he harshly rebuked himself. Well she isn't going to call you that easily, or that quickly...maybe you should call her first. He suggested to himself. But he quickly pushed that thought away, and entered the kitchen, opening various cupboards and the refridgerator to see what he had to eat: very few things, that he enjoyed anyway. A few moments later, he walked out, looking somewhat annoyed, a plate with a sandwich held in his hand.