With Arthur
{ARMANDO}
"No matter how hard you stare at the screen, it won't call itself." Arthur mocks.
"Leave me alone, Arthur," I tell him, still staring at the phone.
"Have you noticed something?" Arthur asks and takes a few steps to where I am. He places his hand on his waist like how he used to do when he was young. He continues, "do you know this is the first time I am seeing you staring at your phone as if you give a damn."
I choose not to answer anything.
"You can call her, and ask her out or something." He tells me.
"What?" I ask him, finally diverting my gaze from the phone to his face.
"What? That is why you have been staring at the damn phone and even this." He says and points around us.
We are in the gym, my gym. I have been here for the past two days; I don't want to see my bed. The image of Nicky keeps popping into my head each time I am in that bedroom.