Music Rec: Ghost by Justin Bieber
Minutes Ago.
Archie stepped out of the pool, grabbing a towel that hung on the bench beside it, as he did. He threw the towel over his shoulder and without bothering to dry his body, went straight for the phone that was lying together with his laptop, a wine bottle, and a half filled glass of wine by the poolside.
"She hasn't replied yet," he whispered, his brows pulling up into a frown.
He bent over slightly to pick up the laptop, wine bottle and the glass, but even as he went about the menial shore of returning them back to the appropriate places, the frown didn't leave his face. He had walked in through the elevator exactly an hour ago, believing Avery was yet to be back according to what the driver said—that she hadn't called him yet to come pick her up— and had proceeded to occupy himself with stupid activities so time could pass by quickly until her arrival.
