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With fingers moving all their own. There is a look of panic which paints itself along that of girl’s visage. Brows furrowed ever so slightly, as a hand hastily presses that of a familiar number unto the buttons of a phone booth’s key; while another holds onto a cell phone which doesn’t belong to her. And, the hours prior to the realization of her phone being missing, had consisted of a chaotic day. A number of run-ins, and careless mistakes racking that of her mind as she tries to think back to the exact moment she could have possibly dropped her phone and picked up another’s. Taping her fingers impatiently along the glass casing of the phone booth’s walls, it’s that of a vague memory which grazes Shiah’s recollections.
However, it’s a loud ring which rips her attention away from the possible mix up as she waits eagerly for the sound of someone answering. Someone to pick up her phone.
Desperately, she prays they won’t ignore her call, as she doesn’t have any more spare change to feed the public machine, for just one more call. Silent. She waits. Until the ringing stops and it’s the blissful sound of someone picking up on the other side that almost has Shiah squeal with glee. And, she might have actually done so, if it weren’t for a complete stranger on the other end, and the concern for their ears. But nonetheless, it’s a feeling of relief which rushes through her body.
❝ Hey, ❞ the words leave her lips in a subconscious greeting. Out of habit. Routine. Almost instantly, she feels somewhat embarrassed by her own quickness to speak. With a small pause, she thinks to herself for a brief moment, wondering how to approach the situation at hand before she finally continues. ❝ Well, I guess since you answered, you have my phone... And, I guess if my hunch is right, you’re missing one ? ❞