Sophia's POV:
I went home still waiting for his call. I've been trying to call him but his phone was still out of range.
After having dinner, I decided to wait for him in the living room. I opened the DVD player and chose some random movies to watch while waiting for him. But since my mind is in turmoil, I couldn't concentrate on the film. I don't understand what they were saying. I don't even know the title and the name of the characters or should I say I have already heard them, but my mind couldn't remember even one of their names.
I sighed, leaned back against the couch and checked my phone for I don't know how many times since this afternoon. But still... there is no message on the screen. I swear if my phone could just talk, she would yell at me... "Hey! Don't you know I'm fucking tired? You always check me every single minute?"
I shook my head and couldn't help smiling, then turned to the TV screen.
