The Place She Called Home.

It was fifteen minutes past their meeting time, and Anastasia, who was had been the first to arrive, sat in one of the restaurant chairs, grumbling underneath her breath. "Where the heck is he?" Anastasia mumbled underneath her breath and reached for her phone, unlocking it when a text message entered. Opening the text message, she had expected to see a message from Lloyd, but it wasn’t. [Anastasia?] The first message read. [This is your number, right? I know this is your number.] The second one read and at this point, after reading those two messages alone, Anastasia doubted this number belonged to Lloyd. [Who's this?] She typed, hesitating for a few seconds before sending it. Not more than a few seconds had gone by before both bars turned blue, indicating that the sender has read her message. A minute passed and she was growing impatient, and as though they sensed her impatience, her phone beeped, another text message entering. [You responded. I didn’t think you’d even read my messag