THE HOTEL
Ava and Victor sat in the small, cozy room, the quiet hum of the air conditioner blending with the low murmur of their voices. As they chatted, Ava’s phone suddenly rang again, the sound piercing through the room. Victor let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at the phone as it lit up on the table.
"Ava, your phone's been ringing for a while now," he said, his tone laced with skepticism. "Aren’t you going to pick it up?"
Ava hesitated, her fingers brushing against the screen, but she didn’t pick up. Victor raised an eyebrow, his patience thinning. “Who is it?”
She looked down at the phone for a second before responding. "It’s my mom."
Victor gave her a confused look. "Then why aren’t you picking up?"
Ava sighed deeply, her gaze fixed on the phone but not moving to answer it. "
