Short Story : ' Hello ! '

“How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone

"Best not to finish that thought," she agreed. Mostly in the interest of getting him to leave her alone, she decided now was a good time to give in and go to that stupid group session. On her way past him, she said, "By the way, just so you know, my husband isn't going to be able to make it this weekend."

She'd reacted as hoped, and when her second hand lay over his, he felt the compassion and sympathy in that touch. "Thank you, Mirella." He'd whispered, with lips trembling, before he managed to shake off the memories of his lost beloved, and continued. Pickett's gaze didn't leave the young woman's for a second, and neither did his brain stop ticking. The man was curious to see her reaction to his revelation, expecting it to be dramatic, and he wasn't in the least

“Can you go with us tonight?” Nicole asked. “The kids are asleep, and we’ll be home before their parents get back.”

“Hello, my name is Jessie Hamasaki. I guess you can call me back anytime at this number. Thank you I hope to be hearing from you soon.” She hung up the phone, with a strange look on her face. With that she put her phone down on the nightstand and laid down for a little while longer.

Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.

“Hi Emily, Hello Mrs. Jorgensen, I’m Mrs. Hyre, Emily’s math teacher.” Her voice was soft and calm.

His steps were light, the smile on his face beamed brightly, and the Army veteran felt giddy as he walked back towards Zai, the last from the effects of the alcohol he'd drunk, or for the woman he proffered his hand to, and requested to dance, he wasn't certain. Most likely the latter. He'd had his fun on the pool-table, and had enjoyed showing off for her, and allowing her to witness a Kyle that she possibly hadn't seen previously. He'd sensed her eyes upon him as he played, and loved every moment of it, the glances and smiles they'd exchanged as with his arms outstretched on the felt, and his eyes lining up the next shot, he'd looked up, and there she'd appraising him. And, in return, he'd done the same when she was unaware.

"Uh...can I talk to you?" A voice you didn't expect to hear made itself present.

“Yeah, that was the last line.” Sammi said, “well I gotta go. I’ll be on my email so just email me if you schedule the next session. See you guys at school on Monday, it was fun.” She adds as she leaves the room.

"Hadley? Is that you?" A voice called from inside the car. I jumped it startled me. I whipped my head around.

As the afternoon slipped away, Larah stewed on her conversation with Riasean. He had pushed away, but why? Her first thought was to let him suffer in silence but soon realized that may have been his intent with her. Throwing caution aside, she decided to make another attempt. “From where do you hail?”

“You have your appointment with Mrs. Lark tomorrow at 10:00.” She gingerly included in the conversation, like she was defusing a bomb.

"Wait Chat?" Marinette softly asked. "Are you not spending the night? When you come over you usually refuse to leave. Are you ok?"

“I woke up late.” Henry responded. Which he always says whenever he’s late. After they finished their conversation,