Miles P.O.V
Layla finished her shift a couple of hours ago. I still had not heard from her. I had been checking my phone every two seconds. Maybe she and Kyle talked, sorted things out and are gonna try again? Maybe she does not want me after all. Maybe Kyle had a point why would she want someone like me? Should I call or text her? No, I can’t do that. I need to give her time. I found myself pacing back and forth. Have I lost her? I need to know either way. I throw myself down on the sofa, leaning back against it and sighing. I needed a drink. I got back to my feet, going to the kitchen but was stopped when there was a knock at my door.
I was to turn, rushing over the door. I was really hoping it would be Layla on the other side. Even if she is not here to tell me what I want to here.
