Nia
I rummage through my bag for the third time, starting to lose my patience. Exasperated, I turn the damn thing upside-down and let the content spill to the floor. No, not in here. I send a glance to the watch above the studios' glass door, I won't make it home and back in time for my class. Crap. My entire lesson is based on a new song that I was planning to teach the girls. I worry my lips, searching my mind for some creative enlightenment, and it marches in... in the most alluring form. . .Reeves.
Hey, at home? Busy? I text him, more than grateful that he added his number to my phone earlier.
My favorite neighbor. Am here, s'up? My lips immediately pull up with his reply.
Can I ask for the biggest favor?
Shoot.
Any chance you could bring me something I forgot at home? Pretty pl
