The hell was she? As far as my stalking go—yes, I'll admit it, I was full blown stalking her since three months ago—she didn't have a shift at the diner today. Usually she'd be back at her apartment by now.
But here I fuckin' was, sitting outside her apartment complex freezing my ass off at ten in the fuckin' evening waiting for her to come home. Fuckin' Sunview and their fuckin' cold weather. It's the middle of the summer for Christ's sake.
I was comfortable, to say the least, with my hands inside my coat's pocket and my back leaning against the dirty brick wall. I could go on the whole night if that meant seeing Ayla one more time before going back to Chicago.
"Elio?" I hear a faint voice from the distance.
I scramble to my feet when I see Ayla turning up the alley. Safe to say I alm
