Chapter 17

Kathleen stretched her arm inside her purse and dragged her phone up to the table to where Christian’s name flashed, but she didn’t dare to answer his call. It took her a fair amount of time to sink the encounter she had with Mrs. Lada

“Aren't you gonna answer the call? That person might have something very important to say.”

She turned right to see Christian beaming. He had his phone pressed against his right ear, waiting for her to answer his call.

“I’m sorry, I was just about to,” she smiled, forcing herself not to sound sullen.

Christian’s expression softens as he walked towards her, slipping his phone inside his pocket.

“And you might not,” he sat in front of the table Kathleen occupied, eyes roaming. “I was hoping I’d catch Samantha’s friends here; I think I came too late.”

“They didn’t come. What brings you here?”

Christian’s brows cocked. “Uhm, to chill? Home’s a bit suffocating, don’t you think? Be