YULIA
“Why the long face? Someone stole your cat?” Adeline quipped, eyeing me over the rim of her paper coffee cup.
I pouted. “No.”
“Then what is it?” she probed.
“Kendrick texted me yesterday that he had to catch an emergency flight this morning.” I frowned at my phone. “I've called him twice and sent a couple of messages, but he hasn't answered.”
“Hmmm.” She smirked knowingly. “So you're worried.”
“Of course!” I whisper-yelled, mindful of the other students scattered around the university café.
Adeline laughed. “Relax… He probably hasn't landed yet, or he's still in the meeting. You know what his job is like.”
“I know.” I stared at my untouched latte. “I just wish he'd let me know he got there safely.”
“He will.”
“I hope so.”
She reached across the table and lightly nudged my
