Chapter 23. |Gifts and Guitars|

The case sat on my laps, heavy but I could hardly feel it's weight as I scanned the passing crowd for him. They say whenever a particular someone is on your mind, everyone you saw seemed to resemble the person. Plus not to mention the fact that I was already pretty worked up. 

He said he would be here.

I had texted him my location. He knew I was at the east wing food court, I chose the most strategic location just so he'd encounter absolutely no problem in locating me. 

I had been sitting here for Azazel knew how long, nursing only a diet coke mainly because my stomach couldn't handle eating anything, I felt like I'd throw up if I tried to eat. I had given up constantly looking at my phone, wondering if he'd call to cancel, you have to try to take things easy, panicking won't solve anything. Only that thought was easier to say than to actually carry out.

I had pulled on my hoodie over my to