Kat
KatI sit in the window booth of the restaurant for a solid fifteen minutes before I get restless. I drank my coffee and ate the chocolate cake, and Adrian still hasn’t returned.
It’s rude.
I cling to my indignation for another ten minutes before the tendrils of misgiving creep in.
Adrian left me here.
No, no, he didn’t. Surely not. He told me to stay.
Oh God! He totally left me!
A phone rings at our table, and I jump. I look under the table. In the shopping bag. Finally, I spot it in Adrian’s seat.
I suck in a hard breath when I realize it’s mine.
He left me my phone.
Maybe it’s him!
I snatch up the phone and swipe before I see who’s calling.
My dad.
“H-hello? Papa?”
“Kateryna,” my dad snaps. “Are you all right?”
My eyes fill with tears although I’m not even sure what I’
