Erica's mind immediately conjured up several questions at once.
How did he know she had touched his phone?
Did he know that Celine called him?
Who was Celine to him anyway?
Could she be someone special to him?
That was impossible, Tristan never took a woman as special.
Erica's eyes darted thoughtfully, what should she say to him?
"What are you talking about? I didn't touch your..."
Erica was beginning to say to him when the sound of his phone ringing cut off the silence. Erica's breath immediately seized in that single moment, her eyes flickering over to his phone which was in his grasp.
Who could be calling him? Could it be her?
Her heart suddenly stopped beating and she began to fidget unknowingly.
A tight frown was etched on Tristan's rigid face as he looked down at his phone screen, it felt like whoever might have called him was a strange number he was trying to figure out if he should pick up or not.
