Hello, Mia?!
Her eyes widened, the screen blurring momentarily as she stared.
Niklaus? Her boss? Why is he texting me this late?
Her hands felt clammy as she held the phone. For a moment, she just stared at the words.
Then, without warning, she dropped the device onto the couch and let out a squeal she didn't even know she needed.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she stayed like that, face buried in a cushion, replaying the name and the message over and over in her head. Niklaus had texted her.
Why? How? What does he even want at this hour? How did he get my number? Should I be mad? Am I excited? Ughh.
Hermia didn't know how long she remained there, caught in her flurry of emotions, but eventually, the comforting pull of sleep overtook her, and she drifted off, phone still lying on the couch beside her.
>>>>>>>>>>>
Morning came with all the subtlety of a freight train.
