impavidism
“I don’t know why I even bother,” she hissed, glaring at the empty spot across from her. There was a pattern with their meetings. She’d see him, they’d have an emotional reunion, and he’d vanish before anything else could be said or done. Maggie was beyond furious. Would it kill the man to stay put long enough for her to have a decent conversation with him? Or even a decent day with him? Regardless, there was always a part of her heart just waiting for his return and waiting to jump into his arms.
But there was no way in hell she’d forgive him for missing another date.
What was this, the third one this week? At this point she was ready to lock herself in her apartment and never see him again. Hell, she might even go off and harass Simon about this. Who knew what her bad mood would get her into.
