In that case, all the rough patches she'd been through seemed almost bearable now.
Ivy's eyelashes curled charmingly as she awaited Balfour's return from the restroom to share her decision.
She was ready to give it a go, to start fresh with him.
While Ivy waited, Balfour's phone, left unattended on the table, suddenly erupted into a series of chimes.
Ivy glanced towards the restroom; still no sign of Balfour’s return. The persistent ringing drew curious looks from nearby patrons, and reluctantly, she picked up the phone.
"Mara?"
The caller ID displayed just that name, and Ivy felt a strange familiarity with the name.
Ivy took another hesitant glance in the direction of the restroom. With the ringing persisting and the urgency seemed to grow, she answered the call.
"Hello? Hi there?"
"Balfour, why did you only answer the phone now? I've been calling for ages! What are you up to?"
Ivy's heart skipped a beat.
Who was this sweet-voiced girl?
Why was she speaking to Balfour with such intimacy?
Ivy remained silent, and the girl on the other end continued without noticing anything amiss. "Why haven't you come to visit me in M State lately? You used to drop by so often, and now I haven’t seen you for months. I miss you..."
The girl's voice was tender, yet tinged with frailty, as if she wasn't in the best of health.
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