A word of advice: don’t trust a man driving a pink taxi. He will attempt to set you up with your nemesis (whether it be one-sided or not. Apparently, Henry never felt threatened by me, the jerk) and accidentally give you food poisoning by ordering bad Chinese take-out.
I finished signing the paperwork at the hospital. Getting my stomach pumped was not on my to-do list today, but then again, neither was being essentially kidnapped. I sighed as I made my way to the waiting room, wondering how long it would take Abigail to get here. I pulled my phone out of my pocket just as Henry plopped down in the seat next to me. Even after getting his stomach pumped, Henry looked gorgeous. He made me so angry. “So,” Henry said after I’d glared at him for a minute, “great date, huh?” Leave a Reply. |
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