11: concern and anger

Robert tapped his feet impatiently, waiting for Aria's call or message to pull through. It was already eight minutes past nine and he still hadn't heard a word from her. If she wasn't going to be available today, she should have at least put a call through, it was simple work ethics. Even at that, he yearned for her presence, he wanted to see her blush at something he had said and look away. He liked it when she was shy and refused to make it obvious. If it were another person he would have been angry and worried that they had disregarded work ethics but he was missing her, her perfume, her oval face, her dark luscious long hair.

Just then his phone vibrated on his table, bringing him out of his thoughts. He squinted his eyes to see the sender of the message and its contents. It was from Aria, and it read: I'm sorry I won't be available at work today. The hospital called me, my mom in a critical condition and it completely threw me off balance.

He was filled with concern for her, he