“Chloe?” Niles called again, pulling her attention back to the call. She had almost forgotten she was still on the line. Every second Jordan drew closer to the car, a couple of admirers trailed behind him. Her pulse quickened. She had not even taken care of her face as he had told her to.
“I’m so sorry, Niles, I gotta go now. We will talk later.” She hung up in a hurry and snatched up the small mirror Jordan had left for her on the seat. Her trembling fingers tried to scrub away the mascara smudges with her handkerchief, but the stubborn stains only spread worse. They were so close already. Left with no other option, she gave up on it and rather smoothened her fake hair, jammed the hat back on, and hid the smears on her eyes behind her big vintage glasses.
Jordan opened the car door less
