45
was Ca
but she was here fifteen minutes earlier. Her phone vibrated and sh
said into
ious calls. Freya, her best friend, might have put the idea that
so handsome and probably a potential man in her life, she might have left the diner. S
long until y
es top," h
'll be w
ely at the content of the text. It was yet another selfie from her best friend. Freya was at a wedding Leila refused to tag along to. Following Fr
another look at her phone. Twenty minutes were gone. She almost dialle
, Leila would give him the benefits of the doubt. She would wait an extra ten minutes, then leave. Maybe even delete Tinder. That app wasn't work
laugh and hug with a tinge of jealousy. One peek at her wristw
es and she
iffuse the situation, another came to her table to ask for her order. Leila remembered his face. He had come here twice already. She skimmed through th
white tablecloth. His black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail at the nape of h
his retreating figure, was she going to get her milkshake or
didn't
ving fun. Fun indeed. At this point, she didn't care anymore. She made to leave but the waiter approached
ank
opped at a restaurant without buying anything. Wrong. Le
e to reply and sent Freya a text with some s
come here. The wed
No, tha
us at the recept
noon. She wore heels for this man. To make an appearance like her silly best friend suggested. The waiter from earl
ing yet!" she
ontinued to the restroom. Gripping the rim of the sink, her heart slowed. Her reflec
t. She wouldn't be the prettiest girl in a room by any standard but she was pretty enough. On insti
ila was done with this stupid date. She dried her hands under the automatic hand drye
bumped into her, causing her to wobble on the damn heels. He mouthed, "Sorry," without so much as
e ignored the waiter giving her cold looks, rushing out to find the owner of
igh bun. Where was he? Straining her neck to see beyond the mini fence separating her from
et a glimpse of his face. His side profile was stiff. He was still on h
t his tone. She didn't want to be on the other side of the phone. As if noticing her for th
explain to him that his wallet dropped to the floor in front of the restroom. The m
dy. I don't hav
glare at her twin image on the tinted window. She scoffed. Very
and sunk into the seat. The milkshake had almost melted but she slurped on it that way. Her
as h
her chest when a short man who she might even be taller than waved at her from the door. The milks
date. This could not be Carlson. But
ani,
ht," she
air in front of