CLOVER'S POV:
I don't want to go through security. I'm queueing to go through, but I can't bring myself to step out of the view of the airport's doors. I foolishly keep letting people pass me.
But I don't know what is holding me back. I should leave. It wouldn't matter if they all came barraging through those doors to stop me leaving. It's not like I can stay.
I can't tell them that I've f*cked two of them and love all four of them... That's just... delusional?
My phone buzzes, giving me an excuse to step out of the queue. I tell myself that I'll answer the call - even though I really want to avoid it - and then I'll grab a coffee and hop back into the queue.
I've been ignoring my phone for hours, so I don't really know why the hell I'm picking it up now.
Exasperated, I say into the device, "what Jasper?"
"Clover? Where are you? I've been calling for ages?"