From the room to the bathroom and back again, I paced, staring at my phone anticipatingly. Olive had not responded back to me since weeks ago. Nothing at all. There was no yes, that he traced the person, and also no "no," that he wasn't able to.
This was driving me completely crazy.
Me: Olive???
The text bubbled immediately, and his response dropped in. A smiley emoji and good morning, Harley.
Me: What is going on?
Olive: About?
I frowned, now getting annoyed. Did he think any of this was a joke?
Me: What about what I asked of you? You didn't tell me anything. Were you able to trace it or not?
The bubbles came and disappeared. And I began tapping the heels of my feet on the floor impatiently.
Me: Olive?
