REBECCA
It was already dark when I finally saw Reiner arrive.
It had to be admitted - the organization of that date had been rather messy: first of all, he had told me nothing about it, only to be ready by 7:30 p.m., and dressed as I preferred, which had sent me into utter confusion; then, a few minutes before the prearranged time, he had texted me saying he had had a minor setback, and to meet him in front of the Dome, the beautiful greenhouse of the pack house, at 7:45; and finally, at that time, he had written again that he was still late, and to please not kill him.
More than annoyed by those delays, or by his crypticity, I was intrigued - and, I had to admit, amused: by then, I was dying to know what it was that had kept him away from me. Surely there had to be an interesting sto
