"What's wrong? Aren't you coming anymore?" Pilot asked. The elevator door was by now opened. I re-read the text from Nikita as if it would change the content of her text.
I ignored his presence or anything he had to say to me. My shaky hands attempted to dial Nikita. My pounding heart threatened me with fear of a heart failure as I tried to find her phone number.
"What's wrong?" Pilot repeated his question, I could sense the worry already developing in his voice as I placed my phone up to my ear, waiting for Nikita to answer.
"How fast can you drive me back home?" I threw at him, putting my phone down to redial Nikita, as she had missed the first call. I stared at my screen assiduously, not looking up at him as we spoke.
"It's five hours away but if I can, I would make it three hours a
