*Two Weeks Later*
*Cat*
I nibbled on my bottom lip as I nervously stared out the tinted windows of the car. The driver, Tony, was one of my new guards, and despite my attempts to be friendly, he was not a great conversationalist.
So the silence as we drove through the LA streets was not helping my anxiety.
I flipped my phone in my hands, fidgeting with it like a toy as my leg bounced up and down involuntarily. I wasn’t overeager to stop as it was somewhat helpful. I hated being a passenger and much preferred to drive myself but with Junior still out there, well, Elio thought it might be a good idea.
It didn’t mean I had to like it, though.
I sighed, glancing at my phone as it pinged with a new text.
‘Are you slow or what?’ Anna had said, using an over-abundant amount of emojis.
I laughed, quickly texting back that we were almost there. As soon as I sent it, we were pulling into her driveway, so it was kind of useless anyway.
