Alicia strolled around the room, her quiet steps hard to hear over the not-so-soft rug covering the floor. She had her hands on the dial pad of the phone, making yet another futile effort to call her friend. Gloria showed no indication of picking up the call as it rang and went off. Alicia felt so agitated.
"C'mon. Pick up the phone already," she murmured, biting her thumb nervously.
"Calling her seems pointless. Let me give Bryan a call. Hopefully, I'll get to speak with him at the least."
She walked over and sat on her bed, laying her head on the headboard. The call kept ringing once again. Thankfully, she was connected to the other line on the third ring, unlike the earlier failed attempts.
"Uh... he-hello?"
She heard the dopey version of the curly head's voice.
"Bryan! It's me, Alicia!" She let herself know, and she heard a repressed yawn on the other side. She felt terrible calling him at this hour. It was nearly half past eleven at night.
"Ms. Anderson?"
