Conflicting
She had been here too long, and her head was starting to ache. Outside the glass window, her manager looked as tired as she felt, raking fingers through greying hair and leaning back in his chair. He waved a hand in the air without bothering to look up, signaling a break.
Minako let out a thankful sigh and exited the booth, snatching her cell phone off the table and wandered down the hall in search of silence.
She found it down a darkened hall, ducking through an empty conference room and out onto an expansive balcony overlooking the twinkling lights of the city below. She fiddled with her phone, too anxious to check her messages, and scowled. When did she become a silly teenager again?
It had been two days since she had stolen a kiss from her best friend, leaning against a beat up car in a parking lot five thousand miles away, and it had been two days since she had heard from her last. She tapped her fingers restlessly against the steel railing and sucked in a breath. If she flipped open her phone and saw a message from Rei, what would it say? Would she be angry? Disappointed?
Maybe she'd make an undying declaration of love.
Minako sighed, eyes burning as she watched the world glow orange in a haze of cityscape lights.
Worse, what if her phone had remained blank, the notification icon bare?
There was only one way to be sure.
She tipped her head back underneath the stars, closed her eyes, and counted to ten.