ACT 2
… 11:23AM
As I slide my phone back into my pocket again. I knew I shouldn’t have texted her this morning, my mind starts to race. I wonder how come she hasn’t responded back yet. It’s starting to feel like eternity!
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“What’s wrong?” Colette asks. “Nothing” I gently replied as I watched her finish eating her breakfast. Come on, let’s go I said signaling the waiter for the check. I just want to hurry up before we miss the movie. I keep wondering what it was I said, or what I might have did. My mind starts playing back the events of last night searching for an answer. “So, you never finished telling me what happened last night”, Colette says. SHIT! I exlaimed as I start to wonder if I said anything out loud. “What”, Colette says as she stares at me confused.
It was nothing babe, I quickly responded. It was just another slow night at work.
But it wasn’t a slow night at work, it wasn’t a slow night at all.
Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt! I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly look at my smartwatch to see, it’s Toren.
