OPHELIA'S POV
I pulled up to Little Italy and rolled down the window. The restaurant was getting busier by the second. Booths started to fill up as the people entered.
I had almost been waiting in the car for 10 minutes when I saw Xavier come out.
He had changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up showing his arms. Xavier didn't have a skinny built. But he wasn't bulky either. He was a fit guy. The veins in his arms were clearly seen. His white shirt emphasized his slightly broad shoulders. Even though the shirt didn't cling to him, I could see his biceps popping out of the shirt. His hair was a mess, as usual, due to the number of times he might have run his fingers through it. His green eyes sparkled in the dark as he slowly walked towards the car.
"Took you long enough, mister."
He sat inside and closed the door. But as soon as I rolled the window up, the atmosphere inside changed.
Was it the lack of air?
Or was it him?
