in a while || cara delevingne

ch 8 : boredom | sweet tea

My night with Lucas went better than I expected it to. I mean, it was kind of like a first date, but it felt more serious than that.

I didn't get home until eleven, and Lydia wasn't pleased. She stomped off to bed when I got home, muttering something along the lines of 'Why can't people just be on time'.

Brat.

I'd gone to bed, but noticed my phone before I laid down, I hadn't really looked at it at all.

1 missed call

2 new messages

I didn't even remember my phone buzzing at all. I unlock it to see who it is when my stomach drops.

1 missed call from Queen Delevingne

I feel almost nauseous as I open my messages

|| Cara: I'm sorry I was rude tonight. I hope you can forgive me.

|| Cara: I'll be back on Thursday. Meet me outside the café then at 5, please.

I sighed, how could she just send me an apology text and then expect me to meet her somewhere in two days? Maybe I shouldn't.

You know you will anyways.

Yeah, I will. But not against my better judgement.

She tried to call you, too.

Well fuck. I forgot about that one. She probably would've apologised over the phone. There's one for Cara.

With that, I slowly drift off to sleep.

••••••

Two days later, I'm standing across the street from the café, time being 4:57.

I'm not sure whether Cara is going to show. I don't want to go in and be found sitting there like an idiot if she doesn't, though.

Five minutes later, a black car shows up in front of the café and I see someone step out.

I smile when I notice it's Cara. Then I remember I'm supposed to be mad and drop it.

She looks around, not seeing me, and then walks into the café. After waiting a few seconds, I cross the street and enter the café.

When I walk in I feel eyes on me immediately. I look over and see Cara sitting in the same booth she sat in the first time I met her. She's staring at me, although I can't really tell what she's thinking. It's like she's calculating something.

I put on a stony face and walk towards the booth, sitting opposite her. She looks at me and throws me a slight grin.

"Hi." she says, calculating look disappearing.

"Hi, Cara." I say, somewhat harshly and realise I should step down a notch, "How was New York?"

"Fine," she mumbles, "quite boring, to be honest."

I chuckle and she gives me an odd look, "Right," I say, "I lived there for years, you go for only a few days and you think it's boring."

"You lived there?" she asks me and I nod, leaning back.

"Yeah," I say, "I lived there for a few years. Went through middle school and half of high school before moving."

She just nods and looks down.

"Would've been less boring with you there." she mumbles and I almost don't catch it.

A soft smile finds its way to my lips and I look out the window as Cara just stares at me. A waitress comes by to take our order.