Hailey's POV:
Jared and I were on our third glass when the waiter came out, "Uhh, ma'am?" he approached us uncertainly.
"Yes?"
"That suitcase in the bar is yours, right? There's a phone ringing for quite some time and I think it's coming from your suitcase," the waiter says.
"Oh, thank you!" and as I intended to get up, to get my suitcase, Jared's phone started to ring.
"Hazel," he says while showing me his screen, and then picks up, "Little sis, talk to me."
I can't hear what Hazel has to say, so I decide to walk in and get my suitcase.
When I got back outside, Jared held his phone out to me, "She wants to talk to you. She just called me because you weren´t picking up. She thinks you can't pick up because I'm keeping you busy," his tone was a little annoyed.
"Hey sweetie, what's
