Meredith
Connor and I sat at the restaurant, waiting patiently for Gerald to finally show his ass. I took a sip of wine and picked my phone up and looked at the time. At this point, he was already forty five minutes late.
I glanced at Connor and he sighed. "Should we just eat? I mean, he keeps linking that he's coming, that he'll be here, but that's been ongoing for the past half hour."
"This was supposed to be a date specifically for him. We planned it because we're sh*tty partners, remember?"
"Yeah, well who's being sh*tty now?" Connor glanced back at the front door of the restaurant again and shook his head in annoyance.
The waiter that had been coming by every five minutes since we got here came back around and asked us if we were ready to order. I sighed, smiled up at the waiter
