He dialed her number.
She doesn't pick up.
God, he's an idiot! The jet lag! Ed smirked.
She's probably gonna be mad.
Hall started to fill with different people. Another business-elite party checking in. Or out. Why would he care? He couldn't manage to remember anyone anyway. Except for that yesterday girl. But if anything - he has her card. After all, she's a business-contact, nothing more.
What was scheduled for today… shower and a new portion of meetings. But first thing's first. Ed entered the lift.
"An early bird gets the worm!" - the lift boy gladly commented. Some new guy, it's likely, that the previous one, had already turned his shift over.
Ed decided to ignore the speech. His head was full without doubtfully philosophical predictions. And Ed didn't give a damn about the worms.
At his floor, Ed gave the lift boy his tips and quickly walked towards his room.
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He threw his phone on the bed, went straight to the shower and turned the douche on. That was always his favorite part of running - closed eyes and hot water running all round your body. Better not to fall asleep in here.
What does he want? Except for a long sleep - the jog wasn't much help. How can he blame Anna for not comprehending him? He barely knows himself. Even now. The therapists are right, when they say that making a cold evaluation of yourself is the hardest thing to do. So, what is it he wants?
To see Anna.
He still has three days of this wallet reunion. Means, she has enough time to fly here, to Antwerpen. Damn, phone!
Ed got out of the shower, grabbing the towel and rushed into the room. Where did he put it… there! He answered.
"Something happened?" Anna sounded worried. She never got used to the fact that Ed can call at two, three, five in the morning.
"No." He smiled unintentionally. "Just wanted to hear your voice."
The same old mistake, he made before his flight.