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OLIVIA

Aiden is not here yet. I turn on my phone and check the time on the screen. It's exactly 9 pm, and Aiden Blacksmith hasn't shown up.

I don't want to overthink things. I don't want to be bothered, but I can't help it. I should go home since he won't show up, but it's like my legs have failed me.

I stand close to the parking lot of my restaurant, a part of me waiting for the familiar black car to stop beside me, the window to wind down, and honey brown eyes fixed on me, telling me to get into the car. Damn. Will that happen? Should I call him on the phone and ask if he's still coming? I shouldn't do that; it's a desperate move. But the jerk promised to come in the evening, and now it's closing hours, but he hasn't shown up. Why is Aiden messing with my mind? He should act right. Why can't I get a grip on myself too? I don't know how to act anymore when it comes to Aiden.

I hear the sound of a car horn, and a black car stops in front of me. My heart skips a beat. He's here. Aide