Page 17 of Deja New
But never mind Mitchell. Leah and Dennis were still shaking hands. Then they stopped shaking hands. And—and—
Nothing.
Wait! Give it a few seconds. It’ll happen, THE UNIVERSE WANTS THIS TO HAPPEN.
Nothing. Instead they were shuffling around, finding chairs, settling in for their allotted time, trying to get as comfortable as possible considering the room
(benches!)
and the occasion.
(awkward!)
No, not entirely nothing.Somethingwas happening, because Leah was looking at her, and there was something like resigned patience in her face... and... was that? Yes. Patience... with a dash of pity.
She knew, Angela thought, her throat closing in despair.Knew what I thought. What I hoped. Knew it’d be no good. Came anyway. Will waste no time going back to her own life once we’re done here.
Shit.
