He held my phone in the middle of his palm facing up, he had his hand outstretched towards me.
“I can't stop thinking about you. I–” he said but stopped immediately when he noticed the eyes on us.
“Here” he said, taking my hand in his and placing the phone in my hand.
The feeling of his hand wrapped around mine felt so much like a hug that I didn't want to get away from.
“I hope you'll answer when I call,” he said, looking at me ruefully.
I reluctantly tore my hand away from his, taking a step back to widen the distance between us.
Wordlessly, I took the phone away from him and ran towards the exit door.
I ran straight out, into the parking lot strictly reserved for personnel of the Nile's club.
“Gosh” I cried out loud, buckling down at the weight of my feelings.
I heaved breathle
