"Hello?" Gemma picked up the phone, it's screen warm against her cheek.
"It's Bea!" The voice enthusiastically exclaimed from the other side of the line. Gemma smiled at her tone.
"How are you doing?" Gemma asked good naturedly, yet truthfully, just talking to her made her heart ache. Listening to her best friend's voice made her feel homesick.
"Brilliant! Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Open your front door."
It took a moment for Gemma to process these words, yet once she did, she was happier than she had been in . . . well, forever. She flew to the door, flinging it open, and tackled the person standing outside her door.
Unfortunately, the person standing outside her door was not her beloved Beatrice. It was some poor stranger, startled and utterly confused.
"Ohmygod I'm so sorry!" Gemma sputtered, prying herself off of the man. He looked her up and down, and shrugged with a smile.
"No worries," he said, sorta in a daze. "I must be at the wrong door."
"You're not the only one," she mumbled to him, before putting her mouth to the phone again. "You're at the wrong door, Bea."
"I am? Well, I was wondering why you hadn't greeted me yet," she laughed. "Aren't you in 102?"
"Nope. 402."
"Darn, I'm three floors off. I'll be there soon," she promised, and hung up.
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Sip by Sip
Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
