"Just a few minutes more, and we'd be home soon," Kara keeps hyping us to keep walking.
"Why can't you just request another car?" Irene whines, stopping to hold her knees.
"Phone's dead," she replies.
My eyes widen, "Wait, my phone isn't. And luckily I still have it with me."
"Oh," Kara turns in my direction, "Call your boyfriend then."
I blink at her, confused.
Boyfriend?
I chuckle nervously, "I don't have a–"
Irene turns to me with a grimace, "So you're denying Mr. Reynolds now?"
Realization dawns on me, and my cheeks flush, "Oh, he isn't–"
Kara narrows her eyes suspiciously at me, and I just shut up.
Can't blow up his cover I guess.
With trembling hands, I bring out my phone and dial his number.
The other two just stand there, staring daggers at me.
The line rings, but no one answers.
"Don't tell me he's already asleep," I mutter under my breath.
"I doubt so," Kara cuts in.
I nod, and try again. Thankfully, this time he answers.
