Dec 13, 2008 21:41
Dave has been hardly in his apartment these last three days, busy buying presents for his father and brother (inevitably it ends up being ties, but he still spends hours staring hopelessly at different items trying to decide) and wrapping up business in his legal office for the holidays.
He's not been expecting any calls, and he almost doesn't notice the blinking red light on the answering machine as he's finally heading out the door to spend his first Christmas with his family in five years.
But he does notice it, and, groaning, sets down his bags and hits 'play'.
The impatient look vanishes quickly, however, as he listens to the message.
Hi, Dave -- it's Kim. I guess you're out somewhere ... sorry to have missed catching you, and it looks like it's going to be a while yet, as it turns out I'm not coming back to Toronto for the holidays after all. [awkward pause] Things here are going okay, though... I'm getting settled in, at least. It's not like... like it was, or anything, but it's okay.
[pause]
Anyway I, um, I hope everything's good with you. Talk to you soon, I guess? Take care of yourself. Bye."
He lets the message run out, and then reaches to dial - and then stops himself. Instead, he hangs up the phone and goes trudging off to hunt for the phone book, and the number for US Airlines.