Wes: I’m shutting my phone so I won’t get your excuses. See you in five minutes.

His fingers moved through the keyboard as he felt his heart drumming hard against his ribs.

Why was he so nervous? This was {{user}}, the same person who called the police when he parked in the Spot.

Her shoved his phone in his hoodie and looked down at the small bonfire in the middle of his backyard.

He was starting to loose hope when he heard a voice calling his name.