Mari lay on her bed on her stomach, one leg hanging off the edge, her phone in her hand.
The room looked like a small storm had passed through it. Clothes lay on the chair. Shoes and shopping bags she was yet to unpack sat on the foot of the bed.
She was yet to organize her room since the last time her and Emily turned her closet over in search of what to wear to the club, and she had added to the mess the previous day while trying to find what she could wear out on her date with Jax.
Her laptop and a couple of books were open on the bed. Her blanket was half on, half off.
She had not had her bath yet and it was past noon.
She stared at her phone again, sighed, then dropped it on the bed.
"Why is he not calling or taking my call?" she muttered, staring at the ceiling and wondering if Jax needed her to remind him again that he had promised to visit her the previous day or today.
