** Harper **
Harper spent the evening working hard on her chapters, piling up as many words as she could — no way she was going to ask for Eli's help again, so she'd have to stock up whatever she could before the Tyler-induced apocalypse hit her and snatch away all her free time, probably very soon.
When her eyes got tired enough to need a break, she glanced at the clock. It was well past 10pm. Strange that Eli still wasn't replying to her messages … Call her overprotective or whatever, but the prospect made her mind switch into worrying mode a bit too easily. Could the two men really have over five hours worth of stuff to talk about without breaking into another fight?
Patience was never her virtue. Harper got up from her chair, did a few deskside stretches, and when the time changed to ten thirty, she gave up the wait and called a cab, typing one last text as she went: [ Are you guys still talking? I'm coming over. ]
