I sat in the brown armchair next to the window. Jumping whenever a car would drive by. I was so anxious about tonight. I was glued to that front window when a voice sounded from behind me. "You know a watched pot never boils," Stacy said leaning over the back of the chair. Making my jump at the sound of her voice. Over the past week, Stacy and I have gotten to know each other better. Even though she is two years younger than I. We share a lot of the same interest. Giving her a smile replying "That's what I've heard." Reaching over the chair she hands me a phone. "Here don't forget this."
"Stacy I can't keep taking your phone," I explained standing from the chair. Stacy looked confused. Looking down at the phone then back at me.
"This isn't my phone. This is yours." Now it was my turn
