KIMBERLY
My heart thumps against my chest. I whirl around so fast that my hair slaps across my face. I sigh in relief when I see it's just Sam.
"Goddamnit Sam! Give me that!"
I reach for my phone but she keeps it out of reach, blocking me with her back and elbow.
"Sam." When I move to the side she moves too
"Ugh, Sam, respect my privacy."
She turns around and flashes the phone at me
"So this is why you're currently obsessed with this machine?"
"Give me that."
I snatch the phone from her hand and she lets me.
"I'm still mad at the poetry crap."
She hikes a hand on her hip
"That's just so weird,who replies worried texts with poetry." She laughs
"It's not funny Sam."
She stops and clears her throat,
"Right. It's not but it's also rude to leave people hanging. Let's go back."
