As Lucy worked that morning, her gaze moved to the wall clock at intervals, and although, at first, she couldn't exactly tell what it was she was waiting for when she realized it was Tom's call she was waiting, she sighed and picked up her phone.
She didn't have to wait until he arrived at his destination before reaching out to him, did she? She could send a text to just check on him the same way he had left that note on her desk. She would just respond to his text.
Thinking about the note, she smiled again. Was it Harry? Who could have helped him leave the note on her desk? The most beautiful thing about the note was the fact that it was handwritten by him. She thought it was sweet that he had thought of writing such a note for her before leaving. He had managed to accomplish the exact reason for which he must have written the note, staying on her mind all day. Not that he had not been on her mind even without the note.
