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One hundred and twelve: Is lasagna festive enough?

Isabella's POV

My fingertips were impatiently tapping on the wooden table at the diner. I sat in a booth near the window, wishing to see his face pop up any second. I didn't have much hope as he hadn't even texted me back, but with the little hope I had I was staring at my own reflection in window with the parking lot on the background.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" A sweet girl around my age asked and her voice tore my gaze away from the window. She directly remined me of myself, back when I worked at that diner, minus the skates and horrible outfit. I should have applied here instead... That way I would have never taken that job at the coffee house, I never would have met Zach, Lukas and I would be sitting here laughing, making jokes, being happy together. "Sorry, can I get you something." She said with a soft voice and a smile on her face, two strands of blonde hair framing it perfectly.

I shook my head when I realized I was staring and daydreaming at the same time. "Oh, uhm, I'm sorry... My head was somewhere else... I'm waiting for someone, but you can already bring two cherry cokes." I smiled at her.

"Waiting for a guy?" She winked at me as she noted that down, her nail polish light blue. She looked so bubbly and sweet, like me, like I used to be before this mess.

If only she knew. "Yeah... something like that." I chuckled, the thought of going on dates bringing back good memories. "He's should be here any minute."

"Two cherry cokes coming right up." She said before disappearing. I sighed trying to picture my conversation with Lukas. I knew we both were suffering, I knew he loved me, he wouldn't have begged me on his knees when I left if he didn't. I was so cold like he didn't matter to me anymore, while he matters to me most. I was just trying to keep myself from falling apart, because deep down I knew I was the cause of this mess. I pushed him to that bar. He didn't need to hurt me more by trying to kiss Jess, but I was so mad for him doing so that I didn't see he was hurting just as much, maybe even more. I need to fix this... I was so sunken in thought and into preparing my apology I didn't notice the waitress had arrived with the cokes. "Here you go..."

Her kind voice pulled me out of my head once again before giving her a smile. "Thank you."

She smiled back but her eyes fell on my wrist, which was laying on the table, the sleeve of my sweater only just exposing it. "I love your tattoo, it's cute." She scrunched her nose in an adorable way and once again I felt like looking in a mirror.

"Thank you. I lost a bet." I shrugged my shoulders, but I knew it was more than just a bet. The snowflake, even though I didn't know what it meant, meant everything to me.

"If that's the outcome I'd happily lose one too." She smiled at me before turning on her heel and I heard her chuckle. I'd still do it all over again. I smiled at myself, reminding how I got into and also lost the bet. And I meant it, I would do it all over again even if today's outcome wasn't what I longed for. Lukas gave me something nobody could ever take away from me, the tattoo and the feeling of being loved, even if only for a while instead of a lifetime. Anyhow I'd spend a lifetime thinking about how it felt.

After a few sips from my coke and watching dozens of people pass by on the street, I felt myself nervously biting my lip. I shifted my gaze from the window to my phone and my now empty glass of cherry coke. One ten... He's just running late. One fifteen... Maybe his car didn't start in this cold weather... One twenty... Twenty minutes late, Lukas please show up... One twenty-one...Bella stop staring at your phone it's making you more nervous than you already are. Two p.m. I let my head hang low with disappointment as I couldn't find another excuse other than: It's over. It's really over... I whispered to myself again, my voice breaking altogether at the thought.