Turning up at the Italian at Picadilly, I feel more nervous than ever. I'm finally getting the chance to meet the one person who really cares about me, and nothing can wipe the beaming smile off my face.
Hands knotted together, knees shaking, I wait by the bar for retrac to arrive. Staring out the window at the miserable, bleak, winter weather, I wonder if maybe he got caught up in the rain. It's been almost 15 minutes so I'm starting to worry slightly.
We haven't spoken since Wednesday though, and now I'm worrying that maybe he forgot. Twisting my new silver necklace in my fingertips, I pray he's just on his way.
But of course he is.
I won't let myself think otherwise.
Seconds pass, minutes fade, and soon I'm beginning to rethink my options. It's been an hour since he was meant to arrive and there's still no sign of him. I scan the restaurant again just in case. In the corner I spot a man sitting alone. I think for a second that maybe it could be him, although he looks slightly older (around 18) but then a woman sits down opposite him and my hope fades.
Switching on my phone, I enter the chat to see if he's sent me any messages.
Fingers swiping across the keys, I send him a message anyway.
Ava: I'm at the restaurant, waiting for you :)<3xx
Dropping my mobile back in my pocket, disappointed, I lean onto my hands, watching the rain drops fall one by one by one down the window pane. Each one a second passing, each one another moment to spare.