For the nth time that afternoon, his phone rang. And rang. And rang.
Until it was too irritating to ignore beside his seat.
He was supposed to relax and breathe some fresh air after all the recent revelations. On the couch beside Augustus, they were watching a show he could not quite understand now because of the constant vibration of his god d*mned phone.
But still, he did not pick it up. Instead, he let it be and waited for the screen to die down and for the caller to stop dialing his number.
He was not in the mood to talk. When will this person give up and drop the chance?
For goodness's sale, dear lord. It has been almost an hour of continuous missed calls and unanswered dials. Were they not getting tired of it? How much determination did they own? How long could they still hang
