Restless.
Panicked.
Fidgety.
And on edge, literally on edge. Alex is sitting on the edge of his chair, continuously tapping his feet and looking out the window and then on his phone, and then he would check the time. It was clear even to a blind that he is waiting for probably Gary to show up.
I have tried to put my hand on his thigh to calm him and squeezed it just to make him stop doing what he is doing but instead of being at ease he took hold of my hand and squeezed it for a good measure. I am sure if I look at it afterward there sure to be is a bruise.
But I think he is not aware of anything happening around him, he has barely paid attention to the food, to our guests, and hell even me. It was apparent his mind was somewhere else, but the question is W.H.E.R.E?
"Excuse me," and he abruptly got up from his seat the moment his phone started to ring. Maybe Gary finally is here. We have been waiting for an hour or more here.
