Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 77

Maybe the person I'm waiting for will never show up.

The girl, sharp as a tack, approached with a smile, "Sweetie, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah."

"Your friend must be stuck in traffic. It's always a mess around the stadium at this time."

Seeing my disappointment, she smiled and came closer, tilting her head, "How about I keep you company while you wait?"

"Aren't you going in?"

"I couldn't snag a ticket."

She shrugged, her lips turning downwards in a mix of disappointment and resignation.

I chuckled, "Then, keep me company."

He's not coming, and I'm not really waiting for him.

I'm waiting to finally give up hope.

Another hour passed, the crowd in the square thinning out, my fingers almost numb from the cold.

An announcement over the PA system reminded everyone it was the last call for entry.

"Jane." Suddenly, a familiar, warm voice came from behind.

I turned around, surprised, and saw Mark in his brown trench coat. I paused for a moment, then smiled, "Mark, what a coincidence."

He raised an eyebrow, "Indeed, it is a coincidence. Fancy meeting you here again."

The girl, who had gone to a vending machine to buy drinks, came back, saw Mark, and her eyes lit up. Handing me a bottle of water, she said, "Your boyfriend is so hot! He could be a pop star."

I was immediately embarrassed, not sure whether to explain or not.

Mark, in a way that didn't make me feel awkward, clarified our relationship, "Where’s Bryant?"

"He's not coming."

"Then, shall we go in together?"

"Just you?" I was puzzled.

"Yeah."