The next day. For a transition.
"Where?"
Dia asked, her phone to her ear, her rolling pupils tracing the lines on the bag hung on the wall opposite her.
"The same guesthouse."
The feminine voice of the caller came over the speaker. Dia nodded her head instead as though the caller was seating right opposite her,
"Alright then. I should be there in twenty."
Though she wasn't sure if that was accurate but she couldn't possibly take it back. She hung the call and dropped the phone on the bed.
Twas quite an easy choice to make. She was already dressed up for work before she got the call. She would just go to the guesthouse and spend few hours and after than return to the studio.
"There we go."
She muttered. She stood up and walked over to the bag she had been staring at all along. She picked it up and slid it through her left arm.
"No."
She corrected and slid it ou
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