I headed straight to the phone repair shop the moment I left school, moving without hesitation because there was nothing else on my mind except fixing my phone and reaching him.
The repair process felt like it was dragging on endlessly, even though I had only been there for around five minutes, and every second that passed made the waiting feel heavier and harder to tolerate as my impatience kept building.
"Maybe you could help me with your phone so I can make a quick call?" I asked the man who was working on mine, trying to keep my voice calm even though the frustration and urgency was clear in the way I spoke.
"Sure," he agreed without hesitation, handing it over easily, but the moment I took the phone, it hit me that I did not actually know Jean's number by heart, and that realization made everything feel even more frustrating than it already was.
