Mason threw the door open and raced into the night, desperately looking left then right to try to see where she went.
Movement across the street in the parking lot caught his attention, and the lights sprinkled through the lot illuminated just enough that he caught a glimpse of her.
“Maddie!” he shouted and barreled across the street.
She kept moving, never looking up.
“Maddie!” he yelled again, as he broke into a full run toward her.
She stopped, lifted her head, and slowly turned toward the sound of her name being called.
“Maddie,” Mason panted as he slowed his gait, walking the last ten steps toward her. “Maddie.”
“You should probably get back to your date,” Maddie whispered.
“What date? I didn’t bring one. Because the one I wanted to bring has had my number for months but never
