-Molly-
I waited outside the restaurant, eagerly watching the crowds for any sign of Jean- Pierre. Every few minutes, I found myself checking the time on my phone. I kept track of every minute that he was past the half-hour mark, and right now, I was up to ten. I was struggling to stay patient, but that was quickly wearing thin. I had been so excited about this dinner. But even that was wearing off under the irritation of him being late.
I wanted to go inside to ask for a table in order to get off these ridiculous three-inch heels. But Jean-Pierre had specifically asked me to meet him out front. I felt slightly foolish for caring so much about his requests, but I couldn't help it. When he had looked at me with his soft amber eyes and asked something from me, I felt almost helpless
