Hunter
"Can I get you started with anything, Sir?" The waiter asked for the third time.
"Not yet, I'm waiting for someone," I said, my leg bouncing beneath the white linen-covered table. I adjusted my tie - something I hadn't worn in over a decade - and checked my watch.
There was still time. She said she would meet me here at six. I got here early - really early. I wanted things to go smoothly tonight. I wanted my mate back. Focusing on the flickering flame trapped within the votive, I took a few deep breaths, thinking about what I was going to say to her - if she showed up.
I didn't know what I'd do if she didn't show. I'd already failed her once. But when I asked her out, there was hope in her eyes - hope I didn't deserve. Like she might actually want to work things out as much a
