Arlo's POV
Seated alone there with the restaurants attendants treating me like some guest who wanted to be left alone seemed relaxing enough. Had it been up to ten minutes I'd been here? It seemed even shorter. Making me wonder what little Richard was doing here all by himself! Oh wait, he was coming towards my table.
I heaved in a heavy sigh. I wasn't ready for this. What would I say to him? Did Tara force him to come here? My mind briefly crossed the moment I had shared with Tara earlier at the hospital. That hug was everything I needed…still, it didn't feel enough in some way. I realized now that Tara wasn't the one I had been mad at. I was angry at myself. But why?