An inscrutable expression played on her lips. Her phone, resting on the table, chimed. It was a message from Kyle.
"Tired after the performance? Did you like the flowers?"
Orelia wasn't a fool. She knew he wasn't just asking about the flowers.
Her brow furrowed. Just as she was about to reply, a staff member rushed in, sighing in relief when she saw Orelia had finihed her makeup.
"Ms. Cruz, there's been a slight mishap with the act before yours. We need you to go on stage immediately."
"Okay."
Orelia agreed, stood up, changed into her costume, and followed the staff member out.
Left on the table, her phone screen flickered on and off, finally falling silent.
Kyle stared at the unanswered message, the light in his eyes slowly dimming. 'Did she find me that repulsive?'
Disjointed
