ZARA’S POV
He might have just ruined this little date of ours.
“I’ll pay for it,” he said. I squeezed my face. I wish I could ask if he thought I wanted to pay for it before. I watched as he searched his pocket, searching for his wallet. He searched through the front pockets and then the back pockets without finding his wallet.
“Don’t tell me…” I muttered, my eyes running wild.
“I brought it, I’m sure I did!” he exclaimed.
“I know!” I shouted back. “You paid for the taxi here from your wallet.”
“I think…” he swallowed hard. “It must have been stolen.”
“Oh s**t,” I muttered. “How? When?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess you will have to pay for the caps.”
I began to laugh hysterically. He looked at me with utter confusion. I was surprised as well. I didn’t know I could act so c
