The next morning, Jessica turned the shower off, grabbed a towel to wrap around her body, and stood in front of the steamed mirror. Her hair was damp and curly after she conditioned and shampooed. One of her plans was to make an appointment with the hairstylist, but each time she tried, something else got in the way. She shuffled to the bedroom and removed a pair of jeans and shirt to place on her bed.
Ring!
Ring!
“Too early for drama.” But she reluctantly sat on the bed and answered her cell.
“I wanted to check in on you after last night.”
“Bianca?”
“Yes.”
“What do you mean about last night?”
“Well, the other night at the hospital.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”
“We didn’t get a chance to catch up, and I was slammed.”
“I figured.”
“I haven’t forgotten about our dinner.”
“I know, sorr
