"Your phone is still turned off? Really, Alonso?"
Natalie tossed her phone onto the pillow then paced the room with her arms crossed over her chest. Not only had Alonso missed the dinner he promised to attend, but his phone had been out of service for a good three hours now.
"Is he trying to drive me out of my mind?" she muttered to herself slapping her thighs as she continued pacing, her eyes narrowed each time she followed the slow ticking clock on the wall.
Just when she thought she was about to drive herself crazy, Alonso cautiously opened the door.
"Alonso! Where have you been?" She marched over to the middle of the room the stopped, letting out all the frustration she had been experiencing for hours. "You missed dinner and your phone was turned off! I was worried sick!"
He bit his bottom lip then released it, shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. His gray hair was too tousled for what should have been a simple day at work.