Claire's POV
I told the photographer I would give him the remainder of his payment. Why hasn't he shown up yet? My leg continues to bob up and down. Anxiety eats me from the inside.
Cool jazz plays in the background amidst the sound of cutlery from the other customers in the restaurant.
The waiter approaches me. This is the third time he's coming here, so I have to order something. I take a drink and he comes back shortly after with it.
Coincidentally, the photographer starts calling at the same time.
"Where are you?!" I ask in a hoarse whisper.
"Calm down, miss. I'm at the hotel."
"Then come to the restaurant already," I demand impatiently.
He laughs over the phone. "Miss, you don't make the calls here, remember? Meet me downstairs at the bar."
Groaning, I put off the call f
