CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

HANDS TRAILED up and down the phone carcass, fingers drumming on the screen, frequent glances at the notifications. It had been fifteen minutes and Tania hadn’t responded yet. It was to be expected, the distance between them wasn’t precisely short, but Adda was getting more anxious by the moment, especially after the two last minutes, when the music in the contiguous room had stopped. She didn’t know what she would do when William opened the door and came out. Thankfully, a little ding informed her that her girlfriend was there, on the front door, and Adda hurried to respond and go meet her downstairs. She exited the apartment with the keys in her hands and her heart on her sleeve, almost waiting for her roommate to come out immediately and catch her exiting, but nothing happened and Adda was able to get away without interruption.