[And while his sleep had been restless, Daisy hasn’t actually gotten to sleep yet. That combined with adrenaline and alcohol, and Daisy sends the text without thinking it through until afterwards.
Maybe he won’t even answer.
She’s about to pocket her phone when it buzzes. Her stomach does another flip as she reads his response.]
Yeah, I got home okay.
[About four hours after she left, and with a black eye forming. Jemma of course fussed over her, and she may or may not be sneaking out of the bus to go see him.]
no subject
Maybe he won’t even answer.
She’s about to pocket her phone when it buzzes. Her stomach does another flip as she reads his response.]
Yeah, I got home okay.
[About four hours after she left, and with a black eye forming. Jemma of course fussed over her, and she may or may not be sneaking out of the bus to go see him.]
Meet you outside the Starbucks near the subway??