Shaking her head, she veered off toward the portable toilets. Not that she had any intention of using those disgusting things, but portable sinks had been set up nearby, and she needed to splash some cool water on her face.
Her phone buzzed again. Moving out of the way, she stood off to the side and yanked her phone from her pocket. She swiped her thumb across the screen to accept Danny's call.
"Hey, I. . ."
"Where are you?" he demanded.
"At the bonfire," she said, confused. "Where are you?"
"Standing at the S'mores table. Y'know, the place you told me you had to be." His tone was venomous.
Carissa sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I legit just walked away to use the bathroom," she lied.
"Don't move. I'm coming to you." And then Danny disconnected the call without another word.