Duke's POV
I am rushing to the restaurant where I supposed to meet Shania. It's been thirty damned minutes since I texted her that I am on my way and yet it's nearly forty-five minutes that I am able to alight from the taxi that I hailed a while ago.
I can't seem to step forward when I can see Shania seated in one of the farthest corners of the restaurant on the left, facing the window. I was shocked and guilt struck me when I see her placed both of her folded arms that's rested on the table and her head resting on it. I guess she was able to do that out of boredom.
When I saw a waiter approaching to accommodate me, I was able to ask for the menu and he gave it right away. I am standing near the entrance, all eyes on the menu and scanned their menu and specials of the day. After a few
