Waiting….
Waiting….
Waiting….
Dammit, when is she going to get here?
I'm sitting at a table at Trader Vic's. Impatient.
Bored.
Waiting for her.
She said she'd meet me here at 8. It's 8:30. Where could she be?
Was she lying?
No.
She couldn't be lying.
Kisses don't lie.
I stare upward at the ceiling. I see dots, swirling, twisting, spinning…
Where is she?
I'm anxious for her to appear. I've had a crush on her for months, and she finally showed her feelings towards me in the lab today. I feel happy for the first time in a long, long time.
It's hard to be happy dealing with criminals.
I try to take my mind of things. I pull out a newspaper and read the front page.
Yellow Jacket Stopped By Wasp-DAMMIT!
I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF HER!
I throw the newspaper down in frustration. Where the hell is she? I stare out the window at the endless stream of traffic. Could she be out there? Suddenly, the door opens.
My heart skips a beat.
It's her.
Janet Van Dyne.