I picked up my phone and stared at his name for a moment before deciding to call him.
The call barely rang before he answered.
His voice came through almost immediately, familiar and warm enough to make me smile without even realizing it. He explained that he was actually about to call me, and I leaned back against the side of the table, listening.
There was something about hearing his voice that made the tension I hadn't realized I was carrying begin to ease.
He sounded relaxed, almost as though the fact that we had not spoken for most of the day wasn't anything unusual. I knew he had probably been occupied just as I was, and I wasn't bothered by it. Still, hearing from him was nice.
Then he began explaining that he was currently on his way back from Helen's place.
I immediately str
