Bea sat on the edge of her couch, phone balanced between her shoulder and ear, her fingers idly tapping against the coffee table.
Should I call him? she wondered, chewing the inside of her cheek. I hope I’m not bothering him…
She glanced around her small apartment, the late evening sunlight fading behind the curtains, casting long shadows across the room.
He’s probably just playing games… he always does after a long day, she thought, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her nervousness.
The phone vibrated lightly in her hand as Kafziel picked up. “Hey… Bea?”
“Hey, Kafziel,” she said softly, a slight tremor in her voice she couldn’t quite hide.
“Just… wanted to check up on you,” she continued, shifting nervously.
Kafziel’s voice sounded faintly amused but warm over the line. “Ye
