The call ends with a defeated sigh.
“No snowplow can get through tonight,” Mr. Hale announces, lowering the phone. “Visibility is zero. Roads are blocked.” he sighs again. “They said we have to wait it out. I'm sorry there's nothing more I can do for now”
A soft wave of disappointment ripples through the lobby. Whispers, groans, frustration. Someone mutters something under his breath about the gifts, Frank scrubs a hand down his face.
Mr. Hale's eyes meet mine across the room. Again. I look over to Frank, my cheeks flushing when he—Mr. Hale, raises his brows and smiles briefly at me before looking away to the others.
Frank saw what had happened, judging from the way he is rolling his eyes, like how could his friend be all flirty with what is happening.
“Um… It’s not as bad as it looks
