Georgia rolled her eyes as the unknown number flashed across the screen again. The last four digits stood out like a red flag. 3982. She scoffed, tossing her phone into the center console without another glance.
"Not today," she muttered.
She kept her eyes on the road, hands firm on the wheel of the roaring Lamborghini as the phone buzzed again. It rang, then stopped, then rang again. She didn’t even blink.
“If it’s important, she should leave a message." she mumbled, speeding past another car and switching lanes.
The closer she got to the airport, the quieter her mind became. Her thoughts shifted from Lynn to May. It had been days since they last saw each other. She hoped May had a good time. It was still crazy to her, going out of the country for a date.
After parking outside the ar
