Antonia was still right there at the top floor of the restaurant, she looked displeased at everything that just happened and could listen to her own heart beating heavily at the fact he stood her up, and the waiter walked toward where she was.

“We are closed ma'am." He announced.

" What time is it?” She asked.

The truth was she had a fucking watch but it felt better hearing it from another person, it filled her with a different type of anger.

“It is half past Eleven." He muttered.

“Great." She moaned.

Disappointed, she gave a weak smile, and gathered her things to leave,one thing was certain she was...