Okay. Don't be unreasonable, Cain told himself, forcing himself to walk to the bench instead of running. What good would it do him to run? She wasn't there. He wasn't running to anything except the bench. He would wait until half an hour had actually passed. Maybe she was just doing this on principle, to see if he'd really give her as much time as he had promised. She had done something similar before, so it wasn't out of the question.
He sat himself down in the bench and waited, trying not to check his watch every half-second. The urge plagued him like an itch he couldn't scratch.