Elena’s POV
Just those words turned my misery into excitement. “Of course!” I laughed happily, leaning in to kiss his cheek warmly.
I leaned closer to the mirror and carefully applied brownish-red lipstick before putting my things back in my pouch. I was inside the restaurant where Jax and I had agreed to meet.
We were supposed to meet at eight for our dinner date. It was now fifteen minutes past, and he still hadn’t arrived. So I sent him a text.
Elena: Traffic? I’m here.
After thirty minutes, a waitress approached. “Ma’am, would you like to order now?” she asked politely. I shook my head.
“Maybe just a glass of water for now. I’m still waiting for my boyfriend,” I replied with a smile.
I waited another thirty minutes before texting him again. Still no response. I was growing worr
