The shirt and pants she was putting on were very rumpled, and even worse, they were a color riot. So was the scarf that she hung around her neck. She quickly took off the scarf and kept it in her purse, then smoothed her hand over her top, but she could as well have saved her strength as it did no good whatsoever. It felt like everyone was staring at her, so she quickly scanned the faces of the people that were around her, but nobody even seemed to be paying her any mind.
Relieved, she looked down at her phone to see that James did not pick up her calls, neither did he call back, not that she could blame him. She would have been terribly angry too if she were the one in his position. She would kneel, grovel and do whatever else it would take to make him forgive her as soon as she got bac
