Natalie didn’t have much time. As soon as she landed, she rushed straight to the repair shop.
“Fix this phone!” she demanded, practically bursting into the shop and startling the owner.
“Can it be repaired?” she asked, handing over the phone.
The owner repeated the same words as last time, “It can be fixed, but it’ll take some time.”
Natalie glanced around, her expression urgent. “Start now, please. Make it quick. I’m in a hurry.”
From the repair shop, she could see the nearby coffee shop where she had ordered her drink. When her order number was called, Noah went to pick it up. He held the cup, glancing around as if looking for Natalie near the restroom. When he turned, their eyes met through the shop's glass door.
Natalie’s heart sank. She turned back to the counter, where th
