The truth.
Ford.
Its been a couple of hours.
I have been waiting for him in front of the apartment building, hopeful that he would arrive any moment.
I tried calling him again, his number is off now.
Fucking hell, I am panicking. Worried out of my mind that something has happened to him. that is how my head works. I think the fucking worst all the time.
''You can't keep sitting outside like this,'' Jack walks over to me and sits down on the cold concrete ground next to me.
I look at him ''He is pissed,'' it is not a question.
It is an assumption.
What other reason would he be acting out like this. he has never gone radio silent on me. I get that he is upset, I know how Lisa can be, but he should've talked to me first.
''I don't think he is. He didn't seem pissed to me. He probably just needs some space.''
I sigh ''Why won't he just call me back and tell me that?''