Chapter 42: Proper Date
ABIGAIL’S POV
“Why did you talk to him? Do you know one another?” I looked up at John and watched him sit on the tile flooring beside me.
“I don’t really know him… per se...” His expression told me more than his words did.
“What does that mean?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not important. I was just telling him to leave.” John waved me away, and I became more skeptical of him. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you on a proper date.”
“This is such a weird time to ask me that. I look like absolute hell right now.” I stared at him like he had lost his mind.
“No, you don’t.” He stood up to flush the toilet, washed his hands, and held his hand out towards me. I took it and he yanked me to my feet and pulled me against him, “You always look beautiful, even when you’re broken and at the end of your rope.”
He couldn’t be real. No one could be this good of a person. I let him go and walked over to rinse out my mouth and wash my hands.