![]() ![]() Clearing the heavy lump in my throat, I lift my head but avoid eye contact with the waiter. The blush in my cheeks burns and spreads like wildfire to the back of my neck. I don't blink in fear of a rogue tear dropping against the laminated paper and inhale through my nose. I make it halfway down the dinner column of the menu before my eyes blur over with unshed tears and I can no longer make out the tidy, printed words. I must look pathetic doing this same old song and dance with him.Ĭlearing my throat, I peer down at my menu with a hum, letting the long, chocolate strands of my hair work as a curtain between us, hiding my sweltering cheeks. He's the waiter assigned to my table every time Blade has stood me up at this God-forsaken restaurant. Dread hurtles through me, its sharp tendrils burrowing deep in my chest. ![]() I blink at him, trying to pinpoint why his boyish face, crooked nose, and long, blond hair looks so familiar- oh. He taps his pen against his notepad with his long, slender fingers, his impatience a symphony echoing in my ears. I startle, my attention snapping to the young waiter at my side. Pooling tears threaten to liquify my mascara as thick humiliation seeps through my veins. I blink, my eyes stinging with frustration. Opening my black handbag, I toss the phone inside and glance around the room, a defeated exhale on my lips. I clench my phone in my fist and slide my teeth together. ![]()
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