“Thirty…twenty-nine…twenty-eight…”
The countdown is in full swing, and I still can’t see anyone I recognize. Dustin is still nowhere in sight, and I can’t seem to spot Mel or Derek, either.
It certainly doesn’t help that I’m not exactly the tallest person in the world, and can barely see anything beyond the masses of people surrounding me.
And, as if I’m not anxious enough, for some strange reason, I feel like someone’s watching me—which sounds stupid considering the place is packed full of eyeballs, so, of course, someone’s watching me.
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