She looked at the empty street ahead of the way, and Friya couldn't remove her mind from Sean's words. Is the picture she slipped inside his locker worked? He must have regained his memories by now, thinking he might want to call him this late at night.
"You can also call me Friya," she went on. Friya continued to clench the cloth by the coat's hem. She couldn't hold this any longer, and bit her lip. She doesn't want them to be awkward, as Friya knew if they get to work the very next day, it wouldn't be that good.
The way her heart beat faster than usual signed she will not get it alright. Her sweaty palms clasped her cell phone tightly, and she could hear how he breathed on the other side of the line.
