Who: Faith and Corrin Where: Diner When: Monday at lunch.
Faith clicked her tongue, one hand thrust deep into her pockets and the other curled around her cellphone, thumb moving fast over the keys.
I C U, she entered and pressed send, attention on a familiar profile in the window of the diner across the street. She counted to ten, waiting for the text message to hit home, then picked up her feet and crossed the road diagonally. There were no cars to honk at her and she was almost sorry.