Although Savannah knew she ought to just ignore the phone and climb into bed, knowing better and doing better were two very different things. She paused just a few seconds before pulling her phone from the charger and flicking the screen lock open.
The text was from Marina, and read: “Just got home! Mario is a great dancer. He asked about you after you left, too. Good luck, girl!”
The corners of Savannah’s lips turned up as she read, and her heart fluttered in her chest. Mario had asked about her? She would have to get all the details from Marina. It actually took a lot for her to put the phone back on its charger and not just text her back right away, but it had been several hours since Marina had sent that text - and Savannah was pretty sure she could see the sun starting to peek thro
