Mia
Sometime later, while Andy and I were chatting about Matt, or more like gossiping behind the man’s back, telling one another what we thought about him and bringing up his many bad points, my cell rang. I noted that it was Savanah.
“I have to get this,” I said, picking up the phone.
“Sure. Take your time,” he replied, relaxing back in his bed and picking up a magazine.
I swiped to accept and and answered, “Hey, Savanah.”
“Mia?” came her voice on the other end of the line. “Are you free? Can we catch up this afternoon?”
I nodded as I said, “Yeah. I’m free. Where do you want to meet up?”
“What about the café in the mall?”
“That sounds good. I’ll see you in forty-five minutes then?”
“Yes, please,” Savanah said.
A moment later, we hung up. After putting the phone back into my satc
