I put on another coat of mascara and straighten my skirt. He said he'd be here at six, right? Any minute now...
No he won't, says a little voice in my head. He's not coming.
"Ugh! Shut up!"
Everyone stares at me. Then I realize that I said that out loud. I wince.
I groan and check my phone. Where could he be?
Phil's POV
Where is she? I said the café on the corner at six. She might've blown me off, but a girl that pretty wouldn't do that. Probably.
I exhale. I pick up my phone, go to my contacts and find Emma.
My finger hovers over the "Call" button near her smiling face.
Come on, Phil, you can do it, I tell myself. She's just a person.
I muster up my courage and press the button to call.
"Hello?"
A/N-sorry this chapter is really short. The next few chapters will be worth it, I promise. :D
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FanfictionWhat happens when a black-haired boy slips his number to a twenty-something girl in a diner? This is my first proper fic so I hope you like it TW: self harm
