Mixed signals

"Um–"

"Yes, Red?"

"I really do look red right now," she said, biting her lip.

'Why did I just say that?' Amy silently yelled at herself in her head, facepalming.

He had missed her. That was the sole reason he had made this call, but as the tone of their conversation took a different hue, he quickly checked himself.

"I er... I was just calling to make sure everything is set for my meeting tomorrow," he said flatly. Bile rose all the way to his throat.

He realized what he was doing to her- the rollercoaster ride on which he had carelessly tossed her was brutal and unfair but he just could not help it.

She swallowed hard as she slapped her head some more. 'Stupid, stupid girl! Did you really think he called to flirt with your stupid ass?'

"Yes, sir. Everything is ready," she answered humbly. "Okay then. Thank you. Later, Red." 

"Later, Edward... sir," she quickly corrected herself.