I was staring at the name on my phone's screen. Mr. Joe Anderson. I've been staring at it for minutes with a tempting thought to text him.
I've never done that before but after the way he exited the dining area, I just can't help the thought.
I just wanna know that he's not mad at me. Then again, since when should I be concerned if he's mad at me or not?
My God. This is exhausting!
I dropped my phone with a sigh, forcing my eyes closed.
I'll just do it!!
I sat up, grabbing my phone and clicking on the message icon.
My fingers hesitated before they typed down a few words.
*April thinks you're angry*
April thinks he's angry? That sounded a bit…corny. But I couldn't think of a more neutral way to say it.
To my shock, it beeped right back in a few seconds.
*What do you think?*
