ARIA
I manage to find an empty table, which is a relief.
Tyler isn’t here, though.
I kind of thought he would be, simply because I was late. Putting stitches on my uncle’s finger took quite some time.
I’m not worried—I’m sure he’ll come. Tyler doesn’t seem like a liar, though it could be that he forgot, considering he was in such a rush.
I pull my phone out and go through it. I mostly just go through the university’s blogs. Our social media platform—Howlr—is boring to me. I mostly just follow the university’s page to find out what’s happening.
I’m thinking of applying for the job at the library. It would be great, considering I don’t have the job as an intern anymore. I have to do something with my time.
I can’t sit around and cry about something that won’t have a solution.
