The Friend Who's Always Late to Drinks

Every friend group has one: the guy who is ALWAYS late. An ode to waiting with a lukewarm spritz. Our friend group has an unwritten rule. If we agree to meet at eight, Marco shows up at nine. Sometimes half past. Once he arrived the next morning. Okay, that last one's an exaggeration. But it sure felt like it. The eternal promise Marco always texts the same thing. On my way! With an exclamation mark. Sometimes with a little running man emoji. By now we know the truth: on my way means nothing. He's still in the shower. Or he's trying on his fourth outfit of the night. Or he's lost his keys. Again. The waiting ritual We're sitting on the terrace. The spritz is ordered. The spritz is gone.…