A second text came through with Quinn’s address. Dallas
debated long and hard about what to write back. She thought
about sending an emoji, but that seemed too trivial and slightly
juvenile. She imagined that if Quinn was watching, she’d see
the dots dancing and wonder what Dallas was trying to say.
She decided against any emoji’s and just sent a text thanking
Quinn and promising to see her tomorrow.
It was amazing, Dallas mused as she drove back to her
hotel, how long a night and a few hours in the morning could
be.
Back at the hotel room, she tried to read the book for
work, but she only got a couple pages in before her attention
kept drifting. She tried to flip through the pages and pick out
the important points like she’d done when cramming in
college or find a section that interested her, but of course her
mind was somewhere else.
After spending a frustrating amount of time staring at
the book and hardly reading a thing, Dallas decided just to turn
off the light and lay there. She doubted that she’d be able to
sleep, but when she did actually drift off, it was only just after
midnight and she woke up feeling well rested. She’d managed
to sleep until almost nine, so she only had a couple of hours to
kill.
The hotel room had coffee supplies, so she made
herself a slightly terrible cup of coffee. She hated powdered
creamer so she drank it black, even though it was strong and
bitter. She picked up the book again, determined to do some
reading before she had to show up at work and actually talk
about the dang thing. She was surprised when she was able to
concentrate enough to make it through a few chapters.