ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇʀ! (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bamfery) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
Well, okay.
Kurt blinked a few times, processing the fact that Cindy had gotten up and left so quickly. He would wait here patiently, and sip on his drink. Yes. He would do that, and not be a creepy asshole and give her the space she needed to chat with her likely better looking and much more charming old acquaintance.
He fidgeted, checking his watch. Maybe he should...
Leaving a few bills on the table so the waiter didn't think they dined and dashed (or drank and dashed, rather), Kurt hopped up and hurried after Cindy. He found her near the exit.
"Cindy, are you..." Worriedly, he touched her arm. "Is everything alright?"