“Tate, earth to Tate, are you there?”
Tatum jolts back into reality, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear them and moisten her contacts which have steadily dried out. Carefully, she slides her eyes back to Ainsley, fingers twisting the a stray string of her hoodie, while Ainsley has half of a smile on her face, amusement twinkling in her dancing blue eyes.
“There she is. Where did you go, Tate?...
