AZALEA’S POV
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The anticipation has my feet swaying back and forth, the sharp tip of my heel knocking the pole of the table lightly every few seconds. My thumb and index finger continuously rubs together as I stare at the bottle of water in front of me, my gaze continuously flicking to the watch on my wrist. It's bedazzled with diamonds and gold all around. "Would you like something to eat?" The waiter asks. I'm an hour early just to make sure I didn't walk into a trap of some sort.
"Can I get a Latte with a blueberry muffin?" I smile, my twitching and fiddling coming to an end as the waiter nods, and I catch her glancing toward the empty space where a menu still lays.
"You can leave the menu, I'm way too early for my meeting, but I'm sure we'd eat a real breakfast at eleven." I smile
