The superhero is my ex-boyfriend

Abigail was the only one sitting alone at the table in a restaurant where couples were couples. There was a strange embarrassment spreading in the air, like more and more sweat on Abigail's hands. It was getting dark, and almost everyone in the restaurant was gone. During these three hours, the waiter holding the plate asked Abigail, who was sitting alone, three times if she wanted to order. The smile on Abigail's face became more distorted every time, and finally she decided to take an order. A bottle of red wine and drank it by myself. Very good, at the candlelight dinner for her birthday, her dear boyfriend, Comrade Peter Parker, did not disappoint her at all. He left her alone in the restaurant and kept her waiting for three full hours without answering the phone or receiving messages. very good. very good. Sure enough, this is the best time to turn your current one into your ex. The corner of Abigail's mouth twitched slightly. She raised her bright eyes under her long eyelashes and looked at the clock on the wall not far away with an almost twisted smile. The eleven o'clock pointer moved slowly and finally stopped. On top of the midnight node. Okay, very good, very good, four hours. Abigail adjusted her sitting position, folding one slender leg over the other, and the high heels under her feet gently rubbed against the ground. Wearing a pure white fishtail dress and high heels, she sat alone on the table in a couple restaurant for four hours. Her boyfriend was really considerate. Take the table to her right as an example. Four couples have already walked back and forth, but she alone occupies the table by the window. She responds to every strange look with dark and terrifying eyes. Look at her people. In the past three hours, the waiter who had asked her if she wanted to order every time on the hour was no longer here. When he walked over, he gave her a sympathetic look. Just after twelve o'clock, her cell phone buzzed with a message. She originally thought it was the conscience of that bastard Peter who discovered it, but when she opened it, she found that it was a message from her "master" and bad friend Mr. Stark, who had sent a video. Abigail kept her last smile and clicked on the video. The background is her newly decorated home, which is crowded and filled with her friends. Tony, who is standing at the front and holding a mobile phone, has a particularly big face. At this moment, he is smiling with bared teeth: "Little apprentice , since you didn’t show up at your surprise party before twelve o’clock, we had to have a party without you as the protagonist, in fact everyone had a good time, hahaha.” The smile on Abigail's face froze. Did everyone throw a surprise party for her? Her expression darkened. At this time, amid the cheers, Roddy squeezed out from behind Tony, grabbed the camera and smiled: "What am I saying, women can't stay in college, we Abigail and her boyfriend are living a sweet life, where do we need these people?" A light bulb." Sweet? Abigail glanced at the happy and revelry people in the video, and at the empty couple's restaurant. She felt a cold wind behind her, making the place look particularly desolate. Alright alright. After the friends in the video shouted "Happy Birthday Abigail" together, Tony, who was holding his mobile phone, turned the camera to one side and looked at the pile of gifts piled up into a hill: "Of course we know that giving so many gifts, we would definitely not be without you. Your good boyfriend spends the day with you to make you happy, but look, there are so many gifts!" Another burst of cheers overflowed from the phone, which made people feel a little sad in the extremely quiet environment. Finally, Tony cleared his throat seriously, signaled the laughing crowd to be quiet, and said in a very solemn tone: "Although I don't know if your little virgin is really mature, we decided to raise funds to give it to Abi who is passionately in love. Gail a box of condoms.” After saying that, everyone burst into laughter, and the video ended with their big smiles on their faces. There was a small vegetable leaf between Tony's teeth. After discovering this, the gloating mood made the depressed Abigail rarely calm down, but this small hint of joy was like a humble match in the middle of the winter night, quickly extinguished in the cold wind. Abigail was sitting by the window. She looked out of the window and saw her own face reflected in the glass - small, delicate, with a little bit of red lips that were particularly bright in the reflection. Looking through the window, there were sparse figures outside. After a while, these figures disappeared, leaving only a lonely street lamp standing on the street. Everyone thinks they are very sweet, everyone thinks they must be stuck together, loving each other, but Abigail is the only one who knows that this is not the case. Rather than saying that she still loves Peter, it is better to say that she is just used to being with him. The relationship between childhood sweethearts has long been cracked, not to mention that they are walking on different paths. Abigail is engaged in weapons research and development. Recently, she and Tony teamed up to create the most lethal missile so far. Its price has reached a new high among Stark companies. This is what she is most proud of. She originally wanted to share this matter with Peter through today's dinner, but unfortunately, since four hours ago, Peter has not even been seen. Abigail felt that if Peter had something to do and couldn't come, he should at least give her a call. During these four hours, her back was almost peered through by the waiters and couples coming and going. The buzzing sound of discussion reached her ears from afar, almost making her head explode. Abigail realized that her back was probably sweating. This was probably the longest night she had ever had. Just as I was thinking about it, the other party called. Abigail looked at the shining mobile phone screen, which was an unfamiliar number. She answered the phone calmly. Peter's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone: "Abigail, I'm sorry, something very urgent happened here. I lost my mobile phone, so I didn't call you. I'm in a phone booth now... …” Abigail did not argue with him: "It's okay, I'm used to it." Peter seemed to hear something wrong from her voice: "I'm really... I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I'll be there soon, so you can wait for me a little longer, okay?" Abigail looked at the empty restaurant and frowned: "This place will be closed soon. I think I'd better go home——" Peter was very noisy over there. He probably didn't hear what she said at all. He just said anxiously: "No! Just wait for me a little longer. I'll be there in ten minutes!" Abigail raised her eyes and found the waiter looking at her from afar with a troubled expression. Well, it’s half past twelve, so the store should be closed, but maybe the owner saw that she was unlucky and extended the time specifically. After all, no one is here to chase her away. She said: "Okay, I'll wait for you." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone calmly. As soon as Peter hung up the phone, Tony's call came. Unlike Peter's anxiety, his good friend's voice sounded extremely cheerful: "Abigail, we made your house a mess. I hope you won't kill us when we meet tomorrow." Abigail said helplessly: "It was my fault that I didn't show up at my party. How can I blame you?" There was no one on the table opposite, and there was no one on the street outside the window. The waiter in the restaurant walked past her and smiled at her, probably to comfort her. Roddy grabbed the phone and said with a smile: "You and Peter had a lot of fun together, right? We still want to wait for you to come back to have a fight, but it seems that you can't come back now." Abigail stared straight at the empty seats and almost gritted her teeth and said, "Yeah, we had a good time." After Roddy laughed for a while, he half-jokingly warned her that New York was not peaceful now, and told her not to go home alone to avoid encountering the serial murderer who recently occupied many newspaper headlines. Abigail smiled pretending to be relaxed, thinking about the ten minutes promised by Peter, and said, "How could it be possible? My boyfriend is very powerful." He is a superhero. Although I can’t tell my friends, telling myself is comforting. Besides, it’s only ten minutes. I’ve been waiting for four hours anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I wait ten more minutes. Abigail paid the bill, said sorry to the waiter, and continued to sit on the chair and wait. However, ten minutes passed and Peter still did not appear. twenty minutes. thirty minutes. The pointer on the wall moved slowly and stopped at one o'clock in the morning. Abigail's eyes dimmed, and she was ready to apologize and say goodbye to the waiter when he came out again. At this time, in the silence of the night, she suddenly remembered the sound of footsteps behind her, which was very calm and moved people's hearts. Peter? Abigail was about to turn back angrily. Yes, she waited until now just to throw the wine on the table directly at the other person's face, slap him in the face, and break up with him. Unfortunately, before she could turn her head, the person behind her smiled softly: "Miss Toynby, I don't suggest you look back." The cold muzzle of the g*n was pressed against her temple. Abigail was made uncomfortable by this threatening tone. She looked around and found that the waiter who had been patiently waiting for her seemed not to be there. She said helplessly: "I'm sorry, did you admit the wrong person..." …” The person behind him seemed angry: "Don't pretend you don't know me! I've had enough! Stand... stand up!" Being held at gunpoint, Abigail stood up helplessly. Then, under the pressure of the other party, Abigail slowly walked out of the empty restaurant. Asking for help? Call for help? But who will come to save her? For a moment, Abigail was suddenly eager for Peter to arrive on time, but this hope, like a sporadic light, was quickly drowned in the dark night. Under the cold muzzle of the g*n, Abigail understood one thing in an instant: Peter would not come to see her. Abigail lowered her eyes slowly, her eyes looking into the distance dimmed, and that glimmer of hope was cut off by the dark night and disappeared. Just after Abigail was held at gunpoint and left the restaurant, Peter, who was sweating profusely, rushed into the restaurant. He stared blankly at the empty room and saw the yawning waiter walking away from the toilet while rubbing his eyes. He came out, ran over quickly, and asked eagerly: "Is there... is there a young girl here? Thin, brown hair, very beautiful..."