Oh my god, please, may I go faster? Yes? It was clear he wanted nothing to do with the crazy chick that ran away from him. I kept looking at the clock seeing how much longer until I’d get to hear from him again. Sleeping on the floor was much better than an unknown, possibly worse, scenario. “Yes,” I answered, squirming and blushing just a bit at how exposed I’d be. I was hoping he’d call me again that night. You have 10 minutes to take care of your night time routine. I had to see what it would look like, so I went to the bathroom to look at it in the mirror, holding it up against my neck and seeing where it would fall to. “Yes?” I was growing more uncomfortable by the second. Yanking it from my pocket, I whispered into the phone, “Yes?”
“Are you at work?” His voice questioned me.
