Maybe Steph had reassured him that I was on my way, so he had time to calm down. Then again, Steph’s phone was on the table when I turned back around… “Did you say Steph didn’t answer when you called?” I ask. “Yes; why?” He looks at me, confused. I shrug, unsure what to say. “I’m just wondering.” “Why, though?” His tone is off. “I told her to tell you I was on my way, and I’m just wondering why she didn’t.” “Oh.” He looks away, reaching for a cup on the dresser. This whole conversation is so awkward—Steph not telling him that I was on my way, him avoiding my eyes.
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