"I just needed to hear your voice," Graeme sighed into his cell, raking a hand through his hair.
He was back in his office, sitting at his father's desk.
"Are you okay, Bun?" August asked on the other end. It sounded like she was panting lightly.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Where are you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing into the empty space in front of him.
"Uh, I'm in the market. I have to find my camera. I dropped it somewhere in the woods the other day," she admitted, chuckling and biting her bottom lip.
Graeme groaned. "Are you okay? You walked there?"
"Yeah! It's not far. I'm going to be fine, I promise," she replied.
"It's not the nicest of days today," he remarked, looking out the windows of his office at the grey chilly day. He imagined her walking all the way from his parents' house to the market in this. She had to be cold.
