Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother
The chair across from me stayed empty, and as I waited more minutes passed, then more and some more.
I checked my phone after a while, and this time there was another message.
Unknown Number:
Sit tight.
I exhaled through my nose and locked the screen again. I ordered water, then nothing else. I watched people come and go, watched a couple argue in low voices, watched someone laugh too loudly at a joke that wasn’t funny, and even a tired woman trying to haul around four tired children.
An hour passed, then two, and no one had showed up yet.
My nerves dulled into something heavier, irritation mixed with a creeping sense of being played. I checked the time again, my foot tapping beneath the tab