Elijah POV
She didn’t come.
I waited for her for almost two hours, but she never showed up.
The waitress, who wore a very revealing and tight outfit, went back to my table for the millionth time tonight. I rolled back my eyes and lowered my face as if my milkshake was far more interesting than checking out her boobs.
“Mr. Penn, it seems like you’re being stood up by your friends.” She said and sat in front of me without my permission. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“How did you know my name?” I asked her with a harsh tone. She smirked at me in return.
“Of course, I know you. You’re the most eligible bachelor in New York.” She said, leaning forward towards me. Her overly bright red lipstick is what annoyed me the most.
“And I also know that you like to play around a lot with women…
