BIANCA'S POV
I looked at my timer the umpteenth time. He has just two minutes to get to me.
I looked around slowly but none looked like him. I nervously stared at the timer as it kept reading so fast.
"Can't you just be slow for once? give him time", I gritted at the timer and I heard Carl chuckle.
I looked at him.
"You're not tensed?", I asked and he raised a brow at me.
"He is your boyfriend, not mine, keep worrying and I'll keep relaxing", he breathed and I chuckled.
"That's it, don't stress yourself out, he's going to come", Carl assured.
"What if he doesn't?", I asked looking at the timer.
A minute and two seconds left.
"He-", Carl muttered
"No worries, he'll show up", I hurriedly interrupted looking at him and he nodded positively with a small smile.
I looked at the timer once again.
Just 50 seconds left.
I heaved and looked around.
