Spencer's P.O.V.
There I was. Just sitting. Again. Why did this always happen to me? There are hundreds of other people, heck millions, even billions, on Earth but here I am, waiting, again.
Finally, after this hour of waiting that felt more like years, I see him coming. "Took you long enough! Where have you been?!" I shouted for most of the restaurant to hear. Oops. "Do you mind if I sit here?" A kind voice whispers from the seat in front of me. Up until that moment I hadn't realized that the person sitting across from me was indeed not the person I had been awaiting. This person was probably about an inch taller. Maybe a little cuter? Oh I probably shouldn't say that. Or well I guess I'm thinking it but you know what I mean. Or maybe, Spencer, you could close the mouth that was hanging open like a black abyss and speak to this beautiful stranger.
"Oh of course, since my date doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon."
"I'm sorry to hear. It's hard to understand why not."
"And why would that be so hard to understand?" I asked inquiringly
"I think you have the answer to that one already."
"Hmmm...I guess we'll have to see."
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A Kind Stranger
RomanceA girl meets a cute guy in a small Italian restaurant but their meeting is cut short and she is left wondering everything about him except for his name. Ethan, Ethan Dolan.
