Chapter 8How’s it going? Will you be back for dinner?
I reread the text I had sent to Eduardo an hour ago, then put my phone down on the bar counter. He was probably busy talking to Lita and hadn’t checked his phone. Maybe he had succeeded, and they were watching the wedding video together.
Eduardo wasn’t the best texter, but he always got back to me when it was time-sensitive. It wasn’t like him to leave me hanging like this. I couldn’t help but feel a little worried.
“Are you ready to order?” the bartender asked. She had been watching me nurse my drink and stare at my phone for the last hour. I’m sure I looked pathetic. She gave me that sad half-smile you give to strangers when you pass them on the street. I bet she had perfected that sympathetic half-smile, waiting on bar patrons who
