How embarrassing. He holds my two grams, somewhere secret on his person, and I hold my money, openly, but he makes me wait. Checks his phone. Turns off his PSP. Brings his laptop out of sleepmode. Gazes at the screen. Makes small talk, about the girl he was supposed to go out with tonight and how she is sick, to which I sympathize. Asks me what I have been up to, which he knows will probably not receive any real answer. It doesn't. All I want is to pay the boy and leave, but he draws it out because he can. Power-thirsty. Vindictive. Ethan. I know that he is liking me less and less every time we meet, because he lets me tip him. An ex-boyfriend is a terrible connection. I am not actually even looking forward to tonight. Will, I miss you more and more every day.