Maia's attention was constantly being taken away by her phone. She kept throwing glances, sometimes hopeful, sometimes desperate, as if she was awaiting for the most world-wrecking news there are. She was just waiting for a text from Axel. Once the information of him having her number, she kept impatiently unlocking and locking her phone in hope that he would send something else. She didn't need anything special, just maybe a reminder that they needed to meet up, or something trivial from him.
She was aware, though, that Axel wasn't someone who loved texting and talking through the screen. He preferred eye to eye, where he could know if the other party was lying to him, trying to play their way out or simply f*****g around with him. Then he could know whether that person needed to be kic
