Trying to concentrate on her work, but she is thinking of him. Her fingers itch from the desire to text him back. But no. She can't do that. The test she will be sitting tomorrow is more important. She finds it impossible to work and prays for some kind of distraction. Anything, to cast her thoughts right away from him. She gives way to her phone and checks for messages from him. Nothing. Guess he took her goodbye a little too seriously. She gets worried. What if he isnt replying because he doesn't care if she doesnt talk to him? Grunting, she reluctantly gets back to her studying for ten minutes. That's when her phone vribrates. the caller ID reveals that it is him. She bites her lip, tyring to hold back the smile that is playing about on her lips, waits a few seconds more and picks up.