Lauren's pov.
Vivian was already ten minutes late.
I sat by the corner window of the restaurant, as I watched the bubbling street ahead of me. I tapped my finger against my tea cup latte as the waitress hovered around for the third time asking if my guest hadn't arrived yet. I dismissed her gently, forcing a smile even though my nerves were twisting themselves into a knot.
The moment I saw Vivian’s car pull up through the glass door, I let out a brief sigh of relief. She hurried in, adjusting her purse, her face looked bright and happy– like a lady who just got dicked down.
“Lauren! Oh my God, I'm so sorry,” she said, sliding into the seat opposite mine. She slowly sighed and added. “The traffic was ridiculous. One accident and the whole road just… froze.”
I raised a brow unable to st
