Norge never answered any of my calls. With a worried ex
pression, I got out of my car and towards the cafe. As I walked inside, I saw the girl from yesterday.
I wasn't in the mood for this lunatic.
Ignoring her, I walked behind the counter to grab my pen and paper holder.
"You're late."
Another employee said, but I barely heard him. My mind was all on Norge. I grabbed my phone and called her once again, hoping she'd answer. I put the phone to my ear, ignoring customers that were waiting.