Page 99 of The Blind Date

"Does he look like a Cedric?" I blurted out.

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

"How many Cedrics do you know?"

"None.” Owen shook his head. "Wait. I know one."

"Great. Now try again. Does he look like a Cedric?"

"No," he frowned and shook his head again. "He doesn't quite look like Robert Pattinson."

Unable to take not knowing any longer, I turned my head to glance over my shoulder. My eyes immediately locked on a pair of dark, forest-green eyes that were locked on me, and I found myself getting lost in them once again.

When my eyes drifted to the person Cedric was getting dinner with, their back to me and their gorgeous brown hair falling in soft waves to the small of their back, my stomach dropped and I suddenly felt sick.

"Saffron?" Owen called out to me, concern swirling in his eyes. "Are you okay? You look a little green in the face.”

Forcing a smile which no doubt came out as more of a grimace, I wiped my mouth on a napkin and rose from the table.

"I'm just going to head to the bathroom," I excused myself, and without looking back, I rushed away from the table.

After nearly a whole week of nothing, what were the chances of running into Cedric while he was on a date? I knew we were fighting and that things were kind of hazy between us right now, but surely, that didn't equate to us breaking up. And if it did, I certainly didn't know anything about it!

The least he could have done was break up with me over text before he started seeing other women!

Thankfully, after a quick peek through the gap underneath the stalls, I was sure I was the only one in the bathroom. Grabbing a tissue, I paused in front of a mirror and sniffled. I dabbed the tissue under my watery eyes and blew my nose.

Sure, Cedric and I got into a heated argument the other day, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be solved by a civil conversation, right?

One moment I was alone in the bathroom, and the next, Cedric was standing behind me with a heavy cloud of concern hanging over his head.

"Why are you crying, darling?” He demanded to know, his jaw clenched as he stared at me in the mirror.

“I’m not crying.”

"You're clearly crying, darling.” His frown deepened. "Tell me, who did this to you?"

"I'm not crying," I denied again and dropped his gaze as I continued dabbing under my eyes, hating that he was seeing me like this. I felt like such a fool already. I didn't need to embarrass myself further by crying in front of him.

Besides, his date was probably waiting for him.

“Saffron,” Cedric groaned, his jaw clenched tighter as he stared at me with dark, tormented eyes. “I’m not going to ask again. Who did this to you? Who made you cry?”

I wanted to scream that it was him.

That I was crying over him.

I wanted to know why he had been ignoring all my texts and calls this week. I wanted to demand why he was on a date with someone else when we were still dating. I wanted to know why he was willing to give up on us so soon after just one argument, but I could do nothing but close my mouth, unable to bring myself to say anything for fear that I would embarrass myself more by sobbing.

"Are you crying over me?" Cedric asked after a moment, his gaze intense and unwavering.

“I said, I’m not crying,” I denied more forcefully this time, but the frown on his face merely deepened.

“Your eyes are wet.”

“I washed my face.”

"You can lie all you want, but please don't cry, darling. Especially not over me,” he whispered, and before I could stop him, he wound his arms around my shoulders and twirled me around to pull me into his chest. I half-heartedly tried to push him away, but it was no use. His arms were tight and restrictive around me, refusing to let me go. The worst part was that I didn't want him to let go of me. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life in his arms.

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