Kayla paced the bathroom of the restaurant with anxiety as she looked down at the screen of her phone every few seconds, waiting for it to light up with an incoming text from Devon. But as she found after a handful of agonizing minutes of a silent screen, she brought it to view once more to compose her own message. But as her eyes read the six prior that had gone forth without a response, she slipped her cell deep within the confines of her apron before attempting to return to her shift. But as it had already been two days without so much as a thumbs up from Dusty, she was left theorizing whatever could have happened after that night at the racetrack.
She tried to distract herself with her job, Amanda, and even jogged during the radio silence from her lover. But each time she attempted t
