Eros walk broke into an alarmed run- but I didn't miss how his eyes went wide and he lowered his head from my view.
Bitch, I see you.
With his damn long legs that ate up distance and gave him a 100 pace head start.
Oh hell no. I knew I wasn't in the best shape but I had long legs too. Two can play at that game, Greek Salad. As I followed his figure through the crowd, a thought jolted through my mind.
What if it isn't him? What if your mind is playing some trick? No, it had to be him. I saw his face, and I wasn't letting go of that hope. I refused to.
He moved alarmingly fast, weaving through the crowd like a snake. The only reason I could still see him was because I could see over most of the heads of the crowd.
He wore a grey sweatshirt that helped him blend in, his dark head conce
