Author's PoV
'....Six.'
'Seven.'
'Eight.'
'Nine.'
'Ten.'
'You know what? f**k these numbers.' That was the first thought that ran through Zach's head as he got bored of the numbers in just a mere count of hundred. He was promised counting was a good way to stay calm when he was losing his patience, but it wasn't seeming to work anyway.
His hazel eyes once again flickered to the Rolex watch on his wrist. 7:15 P.M. A quarter past seven.
He sighed.
This was it. Anna was not coming.
He was the one hoping in the first place for her to stay home and not turn up, but he considered her a little more responsible than this at least. He expected at least a text message if not a phone call, or some explanation to why she hadn't turned up.
And not to forget, Alaric wasn't here as well.
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