Nora's POV

I checked the time again, wincing and scowling at my phone screen as if it was the problem. Where was Damon for crying out loud?

It was getting late and I couldn't keep standing out there. A few guests had thrown weird stares at me as they entered and left while seeing me stay there like a fleshy statue.

I thought of leaving but my subconscious reminded me immediately that that wasn't an option. There was no way the manager was going to forgive me without a proof that I had done ...