Clarice
It’s a couple of minutes to eight in the evening and I have been waiting at this train station for almost an hour for David to come and pick me up that I even feel I’m starting to feel my feet are getting numb from all the standing.
It is a cold night, and being kept here for this long wasn’t on the list of things that I wanted to do.
He didn’t want me to take a taxi because apparently their location is discreet and they can’t risk having me go with a traceable vehicle, so he suggested I take a bus or train, then he would pick me up at the station and I have been over here waiting very patiently, and for an impatient person like me, it just shows that I’m desperate in this situation.
I called him a couple of minutes ago and he said he was almost here. I’m still waiting.
I hate
