Tricia reclined on the bed with relief, balancing with her legs on the floor, considering whether to send a text message to Jack or call him. She would like to hear his melodious voice, but she was scared that the first caller might intercept the call and make her night horrific.
She sat upright again after a while and began to type a message for Jack:
Hi, Jack. I’m so sorry I missed your call. Thank you for trying to reach me, despite the interruption you encountered at 9 pm. I will like to see you. Do you mind if we meet in a restaurant for breakfast later this morning? If no, let’s meet in Olive Restaurant at 8 am. You will find the restaurant in front of the central park. Thanks for understanding.
She reluctantly sent the message, turned off her phone, and hid it away beneath one of the pillows on the bed. She adjusted comfortably, her head on a pillow, eyes closed, but her active mind had kept her awake for some moments before she fell asleep. The window curtains heaved as a sudden breeze stirred, and in a corner of the room a vague shadow of a man was still, staring at her as if he were considering what to do to her. She turned away backing him, and by chance she opened her eyes and could not wait to go through her phone.
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