Chapter 87

• I drummed my fingers against the dashboard nervously, peering out of the passenger's window to see if Xavier was coming at occasional intervals.
• It was way past ten minutes. And it seemed I had been trolled. My head hit the headboard of the chair I sat on in sadness as I contemplated, how stupid I must have looked, trying to seduce a man who clearly didn't want me.
• The night sky was dark above me, and I could still hear the cheering and songs at the ball from the car park. The idiot was probably still there having the time of his life. While I sat waiting rather fruitlessly.