Page 107 of Love Not Qualified

Let’s have a date. Right now. I can come pick you up.

I didn’t hesitate to play the game.

Me

actually, I’m already out…

Tristan Graves

By yourself?

Me

I was supposed to have a date, but I think he’s no longer showing up *sad emoji*

Tristan Graves

What kind of fool would fuck up the chance of having you?

I giggled into my phone like a five-year-old.

Me

his name was Chad Bitt, but he wasn’t THAT Chad Bitt. so I think it’s better that way *laughing emoji*

Tristan Graves

As long as you end up with me, I don’t give a fuck about the guy.

What do you say? Are you up for a spontaneous date?

Me

only if you find me *blushing emoji*

Tristan Graves

Los Angeles is a big city, Haelyn.

Me

I know *smile emoji* but something tells me you’ll find me in no time

Tristan Graves

You are right.

Look out the window.

I sucked in a breath and rose my head from the screen, my throat drying at the idea of seeing him again. Texting was one thing and having to smell him, feel him, and look him in the eye were other things.

Last time I saw him I was too caught up in the situation with my mother to acknowledge my feelings. But now, it was just the two of us and there was nothing else to distract me from him and what I felt.

With an inspirationalfuck it, I looked to my left where the outside wall of the restaurant was a large window. Even withthe dim lights outside, my eyes still found him quicker than a lightning strike.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He was gorgeous, standing there in the darkness with his broad shoulders and proud chest. His hair was falling over his forehead while on his hand sat inside his pants pocket as the other one held the phone that was lighting his face.

His eyes were on me and I barely could raise my hand in the air and wave at him. I smiled, though it was shaky. I was glad the distance kept us apart or he would’ve noticed my nervousness.

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