Theodore
I tap my fingers against my legs nervously as I wait for the nurse to call my name.
Glancing at the table next to me, I hold back from taking up and reading the magazine for the fourth time.
Dude, I have a f*****g appointment.
What is this attitude?
Maybe Helades did say something about me, and they are treating me like this on purpose.
Which would actually be a really bad red flag, as I’m looking like the walking dead.
As I wait for my name to be called in an absolutely empty waiting room, I close my eyes, pushing out a deep breath and leaning my head against the wall.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Helades's eyes clearly in front of me. And even if they freaked the hell out of me at first, I find myself closing my eyes on purpose to relive the moment.
Why I
