NIGHT: GEORGIA’S APARTMENT
Georgia sat on her bed, her laptop resting on her lap. The screen glowed softly in the dark room as her eyes moved over the words in the file she was reading.
Suddenly, her phone rang, pulling her out of her thoughts.
She looked at the screen.
It was Mark calling.
A smile touched her lips as she picked it up.
“Mark, good evening.” She greeted cheerfully.
“Hey, Georgia. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine. How about you? And Dad?” she asked, stretching her legs a little under the blanket.
“We’re both good,” he said. “Dad’s been asking about you a lot.”
“Aww. I was going to call him tomorrow,” she said, letting out a small laugh.
“Well, I beat you to it,” Mark joked. “Anyway, I wanted to let you know your cars will be delivered tomorrow. You just have to send
