Sophia
It’s Tuesday, so I have that right. I’m in this huge park by the picnic tables, as Alana said in her email. I look around just to make sure that I am indeed by the stupid picnic tables, and then check that off my list. Great, it looks like I can follow directions.
A quick glance at my wrist confirms that indeed, the time is 2 in the afternoon, AKA the time Alana and I agreed to meet. I look up, essentially scanning every single person in sight, but so far there is no sign of my best friend.
Alana and I emailed quite a bit and we agreed to meet today in a small town close to Titan pack. As she put it, our meeting is best to be kept between us, and her accompanying Deacon on a business trip here is the perfect opportunity to slip away and meet me.
As more minutes past the schedule
