The mother, middle aged and tired, wondering where the joy of youth went. She waits for her teenage daughter.
The waitress, her feet sore, cleans up the tables for minimum wage. She waits for her shift to end, looking forward to a hot bath and a glass of wine.
The security guard waits for the crowds to pour out, the fans still suffused in the shared high of the concert.
The young man waits to enter Paradise. He wonders if it will hurt.
The city waits, savouring the last minutes of calm before the storm.