Ivy
I held my breath, waiting for the phone to ring. Each ring sent a shock through me, like an electric current coursing through my veins. Finally, a woman's voice cut through the tension with an edge of curiosity that could slice through steel. "Hello?" she asked sharply. "Who's this?"
"Who are you?" I countered, my voice shaking slightly.
There was a pause, and then she laughed—a sound like ice clinking in an empty glass. "I'm Reba," she purred. "If you are looking for James, don't bother. He is with me right now. And who might you be?"
Relief flooded in me, knowing I had reached the right person. My grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white. "Put James on. It's important."
"Who is it, Reba?" I heard a male voice in the background.
"Some chick is looking for you," Reba replied, annoyance lacing her words.
I could hear shuffling and muffled protests in the background before the line fell silent.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!