Once in the car downstairs, I take out my phone with the intention of telling Amelia that I'm on my way back. But I decide against it; maybe I can surprise her instead. I've talked to her a bit since she had her night at the club on Saturday. She seemed to have a good time despite the fact that Ambrose picked her up at midnight and she had only had a few drinks. She even woke up the next day with a little hangover, so adorable. It will be nice to surprise her; hopefully, she'll be happy that I'm back. What if she's not happy that I'm back?
My phone buzzes:
New York assistant: "Hi Mr. Whitlock, you're booked on the next flight back to London. The plane boards in 4 hours, I've attached your ticket below. Mary"
When the car arrives back at the apartment, I quickly throw all of my things into my bag, change out of my suit, and head straight back down to the car. Traffic will probably be bad at this time of day, and I'm not in the mood to miss my flight. My phone starts to ring again. I'm about to press ignore, fearing that it's for sure my assistant telling me that my meeting's back on when I check the caller ID.
-Amelia 🌻 would like FaceTime-
I eagerly accept the call after making sure that my headphones are connected.
"Hello, bub," I say happily as the screen connects and I see her face. Her hair is tied up into a long ponytail, and she doesn't appear to be wearing any makeup. She's holding the phone at a slightly tilted angle so I can see her university building slowly disappearing behind her. She must have just had a class or something.
"Hi! You look handsome," she says cheerfully as she looks straight into the camera. I look down at my attire; I've changed into a plain white T-shirt and some black pants, hoping to get a bit of rest on the flight.