Frustrated, Avery unlocked her phone. "Fine, but if he's not going to call, then I will."
She might look sweet and delicate on the outside, but Avery was far from timid. When she wanted something, she wasn't the type to sit back and wait. If she missed Alexander, she'd take the first step—no overthinking, just action.
Just as Avery was about to reach out to him, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Alexander.
Her frown melted away, and a smile spread across her lips as she eagerly opened the text. Happy Christmas? she wondered.
The stern look on her face softened. What could Alexander possibly say?
But when she read his message, her eyes widened, and her heart began to race, thumping like fireworks bursting in the night sky. His message simply said:
[Turn left 300 feet; I'm waiting for you.]
