Believe me, when I say I’m done with him, I’m done.
Really.
I hate to admit, but it made me stupid to think that my man would still arrive even if he is already twenty-three and four seconds late in our date. He arranged this one, according to what I’ve heard to the lady who accommodate me in the restaurant.
I was sure, that he’s not going, that he’s going to ditch me again, but…
I swallowed, a bile forming in my throat.
Zachary would still come, right? It’s been to be late than never, right? But who am I kidding? Twisting my wrist watch, I stand up on the table and moved my jaw, on a verge of crying when I saw him outside the place where I was staying.
With a girl.
Not just one, but two.
They look like sports girls, like what I’ve always heard in a rumor. But I am better t
