It wasn’t often for a student to be excited for class to start.
And he wasn’t excited, no. It was more of his heart tightening in his chest as his pulsed race kind of feeling. Anxiety? No! Well, something like that…
Yesterday didn’t go too well.
Or maybe it did, and he was just making a big deal out of this.
Lizzie didn’t exactly run her car through me, so she wasn’t that upset? He tapped his foot restlessly on the floor, he glanced at the clock five minutes past nine o’clock. She was late. But she was never late.
Not that they actually had any set schedule for him and Lizzie to meet, she always dropped by at the bar. But everything about her told him that she was a no nonsense girl, woman, the type who put out a hundred percent in everything she did. The naughtier things
