(Bill)
I drove into Jeans-Georges, my eyes scanning the whole place.
I spot Clarence's car, but Tiffany's isn't here. Meaning he picked her up.
That isn't a friendly act.
I repress the urge to storm into the restaurant, I'm pretty much angry right now, I might end up causing a scene right there.
I wait outside, hoping they'd be out soon. I tap my fingers on my car nervously.
With my patience wearing thin, I pulled out my phone and dialed Clarence's number.
That's the only way to get him outside and I'm sure as hell he won't pick my call right in front of Tiffany.
True to my words, I see him coming out of the restaurant, his phone pressed to his ear.
I hold the call, approaching him and ready to give him a piece of my mind. As he hears my voice more from the background than the pho
