5 more minutes. 10 more minutes. No reply to my text and no sign of Azriel.
A man went in and then came out of the bathroom, an older grandfatherly-looking man,
“Excuse me? My I’m wondering if my fiancé is alright. He went in kind of a long time ago and hasn’t come out. He’s quite tall, brown hair, wearing a green t-shirt and dark jean shorts?”
“Bathroom’s empty,” the man said, shrugging.
I’m sure I must’ve looked shocked, “Thank you,” I said. I leaned against the wall and dialed Azriel’s phone number. It just rang.
I looked back at the text message. It was iMessage and it now said the earlier message had been read, just a moment before.
Where are you?
I texted.
It was read immediately.
I waited to see the little dots showing me he was typing. It showed nothing after the read noti
