Emilia sat in the middle of the small and cozy restaurant, on the busy Yonkers’ street, where cars and pedestrians passed by even at the last hour of the night.
She felt anxious, tapping her feet constantly and looking out through the glass windows of the restaurant, in the hopes of catching her eyes on any male figure that would walk in and see a girl all alone and waiting at the restaurant, getting the courage to ask her if she was the one, whom Gab had set up on the date but even after an hour, she had no luck so far.
She couldn’t believe that she rushed out of her private and slightly illegitimate investigation on the Diverso group and had to cut it short, when she found nothing at the law firm, because she had to rush back at the restaurant for her date. She still arrived just in ti
