Princess kept staring at the entrance, her eyes fixed on the heavy doors of the club. She was waiting for her girlfriend to walk through them, but with every passing minute, the knot in her stomach tightened. The club was already filled with teenagers and regulars. The lights were flashing, the bass was thumping, and the party had officially started, but Faye wasn't there.
She kept glancing at her watch, the glowing numbers mocking her, then she would look back at the entrance as if she could make Faye appear by sheer force of will.
MG noticed the way she was pacing and walked up to her, his brow furrowed. "Is there a problem, Princess?" he asked, trying to be heard over the music.
"She's not here yet. She said she'd be here before the party started," Princess replied. The worry was evident in her voice, a sharp edge that usually wasn't there.
"Oh… I texted her earlier to get me some donuts. Maybe that's why she's late," he said, shruggeing.
