Anna hadn't realized how long she'd been waiting for a reply — staring at her phone as the minutes dragged on — but eventually, she gave up.
"Whatever," she muttered, tossing the phone aside. "It's not like I'm dying to hear from him."
She stretched her arms above her head and sighed. Gratitude was all she owed that stranger — nothing more. He'd helped her, she'd thanked him. End of story.
But as her stomach growled in protest, she groaned softly.
"Right. Food."
Remembering that she hadn't eaten yet, Anna decided to go check what Mariam had prepared for dinner.
Quickly hopping off the bed, she headed for the door. But the moment she swung it open, she collided with something — or rather, someone — solid.
"Ouch!" she yelped, stumbling back as her forehead smacked into a firm chest.
Her hand flew to her head, rubbing the sore spot. "Seriously—"
When she finally looked up, her words froze on her tongue.
Standing in front of her was Daniel — smiling.
No, grinning.
