ARIA

I manage to find an empty table, which is a relief.

Tyler isn't here, though.

I kind of thought he would be, simply because I was late. Putting stitches on my uncle's finger took quite some time.

I'm not worried—I'm sure he'll come. Tyler doesn't seem like a liar, though it could be that he forgot, considering he was in such a rush.

I pull my phone out and go through it. I mostly just go through the university's blogs. Our social media platform—Howlr—is boring to me. I mostly ...