[Violet’s POV]
I stare at my phone, waiting while Lance doesn’t read my message nor even text back. I don’t know why, but it kind of stings to think that he is ignoring me after promising to be there, but I remind myself that there’s a chance he could be busy. Just like me, he had a life, and he wasn’t obligated to be waiting around for me.
“Maybe this is a sign that I’m being too rash.” I think, shifting my gaze to the mirror in front of me so that I can try to brace myself for the man who is waiting for me. “Maybe, I should…”
I don’t get to finish my thought before my phone dings, and then I move my gaze to its screen. I find that Lance has responded with three simple words.
On my way.
Feeling a wave of relief, I shove my phone back into my purse and then slowly exit the bathroom. O
