When Leena finally showed up, she wore a disarming smile and a blue long-sleeve shirt with the Superman logo emblazoned across the chest. Her usual jeans had been traded in for a bright yellow skirt, knee-length, and her long blonde hair, normally pulled back in a tight bun to keep it out of her way, hung loose across her shoulders. “You look nice,” Patrick told her. “You had to wear the Superman shirt to ruin it, though, didn’t you?”
“It’s part of my costume,” she said, tossing her coat onto the folding chair behind their booth. She looked around and rubbed her hands together as she surveyed the way Patrick had set things up. “Looks good here. What time’s it start again?”
“Five minutes ago.” Patrick hoped Leena could hear the anger in his voice because he was pissed. f*****g livid. Wh
