"He should be here by now! What is he doing anyway? He said he'd be here before twelve." Maya muttered, trying not to look at the watch she had kept close.
They were hidden behind a phone booth, and each time she looked out of it to check if a familiar car was approaching, she was disappointed again.
She shouldn't be so hurt, especially when he told her he might not make it the last night they were together. She shouldn't be blamed if she couldn't accept it.
It was so hard to think that someplace, probably back in the house they had just left, he would be laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, with blood oozing out from under him.
She dragged her back down the glass, burying her face into her knee, feeling Luca's stare on her. Unlike chill Luca, this Luca was tensed up, and definitely what he didn't need was someone who couldn't keep her mess together.
She took deep breaths, knowing it was almost twelve and they would soon be leaving that spot so Luca could hide her for as long a
