Sean exited the shower and wiped his face with the towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed the second towel off the rack and opened the bathroom door and proceeded out in to the hotel room. He dried his hair with the towel in his hand, then threw it aside. He flopped back down on the bed. No need to get dressed right away. Eh, she probably wouldn't want me dressed anyhow, she hasn't seen me in three months, he thought. The phone on the night stand beeped, signaling a missed call. He reached over for the phone and looked at the screen:
1 missed call
from Adrienne
8:02 pm
1 new voicemail
He put the phone up to his ear and listened to the voicemail. Something about it just didn't sound right. Bad reception, maybe? he thought, and shrugged his shoulders. He dialed her number.
The phone rang and rang, then went to voicemail. He hung up and tried again. Same thing. He kept trying, hoping to get through to her, hoping that she was just in a bad reception area, hoping that she was okay.
It had been 15 minutes and he couldn't get ahold of her. In a panic, he got dressed grabbed the phone and the keys off the bureau, and headed out the door. Something wasn't right and he had to find her.