Chapter 118: Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Ellie

Waiting for her phone to ring was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Ellie normally wasn’t one to worry about gossip or what was going on with other people, but Ulysses was supposed to be proposing to Sylvia on their date, and she’d asked him to call her when it was over to let her know how it went. The phone just didn’t seem to be ringing.

‘It would be rude to text someone when you knew they were on a date, wouldn’t it?’ she asked herself. Visions of Ulysses down on one knee, the ring box open in his hand, the question on his lips… as his phone dings that he has a text message.

Yeah, no. She could wait.

“You do know that staring at your phone is not going to make him call, don’t you?” River asked with a bit of snark in his tone.

Ellie looked over at him and glared, but he didn’t see her. He was reading the newspaper. Seriously, who read the newspaper? Like a real paper newspaper? He had to be the only person in the world who did that.