"Can you do me a favour, please?" I muttered, not looking up at him.
"Sure," He replied, his voice sounded strained.
I glanced up and looked at him. He was staring at me again, but this time he looked like he was in pain.
"Can you help me get a new phone number? I don't know anything about numbers in England." I whispered.
"Yes. I'll sort it tomorrow for you." He replied, his eyes still locked on mine.
I broke our eye contact with a little smile and nod. "Sorry for waking you up," I murmured.
"It's ok. I just... Get some sleep, Ayla. I'll sort your phone out for you and get it back to you." He replied as he stood up. I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself.
I followed him out of the closet. He went and grabbed my phone before heading towards the door. He paused in the doorway.
