Amara had barely taken a seat, coffee in hand, ready to enjoy the rare pleasure of watching Elara in her element when her phone buzzed violently in her pocket.
She ignored it.
Then it buzzed again. And again.
Elara arched an eyebrow, pausing mid-sip of her coffee. "Someone's desperate for your attention."
Amara sighed, already suspecting the source of the disruption. She pulled out her phone and, sure enough, six missed calls from Felix and one ominous text:
Felix: Pick up. NOW. It's bad.
Amara's entire body went rigid.
She met Elara's gaze, reluctant but resigned. "I need a second."
Elara nodded, already sensing the shift in the air. "Go."
Amara stepped out of the set, pressing the phone to her ear as she called Felix back. The second he picked up, he didn't even let her speak.
"Amara, what the hell did you do?"
Amara frowned. "Great. Love starting a conversation with that. What did I do now?"