Dakota’s POV
I was nervous. I couldn’t pretend otherwise. It was Saturday and I had walked from my dorm to the coffee shop, arriving twenty minutes early like an i***t, and now I didn't know what to do.
I was currently standing outside the window, trying to decide whether to go in and sit at a table like some sort of billy no mates and keep having to wave the waitress away saying I was waiting for someone. My other option was to walk down the road and back to kill some time and hope no-one around me thought I was acting weirdly.
‘Hey! You are early’ came a surprised yet pleased voice behind me as I spun around, relief flowing through me at the sight of Francis jogging toward me eagerly. ‘I hope you weren’t waiting long for me’ he added worriedly, ‘Damn dentists, they are always running
