The screen of my phone stayed stubbornly blank as I tapped on the screen for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
I hissed loudly as I tossed my phone on the counter glaring at it like the device had personally annoyed me.
I told myself I wasn't waiting for a response nor expecting one so why was I glued to my phone for the past three days? Who the hell did he think he was anyways. I thought about deleting the message but what if he had already seen it. I would not let him think I was a coward.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. Usually the smell of cinnamon, freshly baked bread and sugar calmed me down but it was just not the same today. Might be because Darius wasnt in today. He sounded very sick over the phone, and there was no way I could ask him to come in like that.
