After dropping the call with Angelo, Jean and I continued our—dare I say—planned party. We sat at the bar for longer than we normally would because Jean argued that we needed to be there for when Knight finally calls. He was so sure that now that Angelo was aware of my location, he would definitely tell Knight—and then Knight would call me.
Me, on the other hand, I wasn’t feeling it anymore. If he called, then fine. But if he didn’t, that was fine too… I guess.
I was starting to accept that, well, he could have something more important to do than call a girl who wasn’t even his girlfriend yet. Tough thought, but hey… it was giving me some sort of peace.
“Can we hit the dance floor yet?” I yelled out to Jean after another few minutes of waiting.
He stared at me for a second before noddi
