He kept telling himself that she had to have worked there or something. Maybe she was late, but it didn’t help his concern. If she was late, why didn’t she just let him help her?
While he was inside he kept looking around, casually of course, while he signed up for their membership and paid out an entire year right there as if he was begging her to reappear. Malorie wasn’t a girl that wanted pockets though. He knew that. But being in it now, he needed her to see him. He needed her to come back and tell him what he was to her. Even if they had moments, he would be there and wait for her to decide when they could have their turn.
All the while, during the whole process of signing up and their long, underwhelming presentation of the space and what the YMCA had to offer, he hadn’t found he
