Hiding The Son Of The Mafia Boss

It's twelve o'clock in the morning but my eyes are still wide open, hoping that he will come even after midnight.

I'm trying to convince myself that maybe he went somewhere or maybe he bought some more surprises for me first, especially since it's our anniversary today, but at this time it's impossible that there are any stores open.

My favorite cooked food and we always eat it every time we go out is cold, the candle that I have been changing every time the one I lit has run out.

I slowly wiped the tears that escaped from my eyes, after which the waiter approached me.