Playing with the hem of my shirt, my smile grows. I can't help but realize how much I miss hanging around him, though our time together was brief. I want to tell him everything has been going great, and even throw in a how are you of my own, but that's not the reason for today's call. "Not too good," I say, my tone growing serious. I pick the phone up and bring it to my lips. "That's the reason I was calling. Does Bennett happen to be around?"
"He is, actually. Just got out of a meeting," he tells me, his tone also becoming serious to match mine. "I can go look for him if you'd like," he offers, and though he can't see it, I nod.
"Please," I answer.
"Alright," he says. "I'll be back with him in a minute."
The sound of him setting the phone down is the next thing I hear. I do the same;
