The cool Chicago air felt brisk against his face, as he leaned his forearms on the banister whole standing on the deck outside, where a few people talked and drank and laughed amongst one another... people he might have seen before, but didn't really know.
Letting out a sigh, his tired eyes lifted to the sky above, but he wasn't really looking, he was paying too much attention to the knots growing in his gut.
When the phone beeped back again, he gave a little jump and slid the phone open, reading the text, he felt just a tinge of relief in at least knowing she was here. He texted back, "I'm looking for you. I'm here."