FIVE
Three weeks later…
I should’ve kept his number, I really should have kept his number. It’s not like I can find Ayden freaking Stone on Tinder or Bumble or Hinge or something, because I already tried those, and he’s not on any of those dating apps. Boo. I also don’t want to seem like a stalker and show up on set, finding out that they’re shooting scenes of Leviathan on Baker Street this week, and I’ve got half a mind to march over there and start yelling. Which I don’t want to do; I will not be that person.
Destiny has a way of bringing people together, doesn’t it?
Yeah, well, she’s taking her sweet time about it.
Then you have your answer already. It’s already been three weeks.
Yeah, I do. And it sucks.
I just have to write this off—it’s not like I’m the first girl to be let do
