(Warning: Mention of blood)
Kay.
I can't just go meet this unknown person in the dark.
I have to wait for Carl first. Maybe we will come up with a plan to catch him since he's probably here.
I place the flowers beside me and nod at the messenger, who quickly walks away.
The room feels warm with low music and couples whispering nothings to each other, which makes me wonder where my date is. It's already been 15 minutes, and Carl hasn't returned.
We are supposed to be on a date for f***s sake, why can't he just excuse the caller and have them call later?
Is this how a man is supposed to treat his woman?
"Are you ready to order?" The same waiter who brought me flowers walks back to my table, sending me the charming smile like earlier.
"I'm waiting for someone, thank you?" I smile a l
