C19 Nineteen

LIAM

I gripped my phone tightly between my fingers, the edges of the smooth device digging into my palm. I was in town, waiting in a bookstore Mark had chosen for us to meet.

The cold winter air seeped into my bones, but I was more irritated by Mark's tardiness than the chill. This was typical Mark – always pushing boundaries, testing patience.

A soft voice apologized behind me