Friday Afternoon -- Suite 518/520 -- Packing
Phoebe had spent the night with Lana, deciding that she should give Cole his space after what had happened yesterday. She had told both Lana and Blair that she had slapped him, and both of them seemed incredibly worried that she had lost her temper enough to slap Cole of all people. She had also told James, and he suggested that she not let this sit between her and Cole for too long or things would only get worse.
She wasn't even sure he'd want to talk to her or even if she should try right now. She had done her best to be invisible during Aziraphale's lab this morning and had instead focused on the project she and Nadia were going to be working on.
However, after Constant Vigilance, she found herself in their suite packing for her trip home for the weekend...there was some moping and some tears in there, too. She must have set the record for non-participation in a class as she just could not bring herself to take part in dating techniques when things were so bad in her personal life.
Everytime she heard a sound in the hall, she looked up to see if he was opening the door, but it was never him.
She stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring down at where her bag was. She really should pack. Really. She also needed to call Paige since it looked like she would need a lift from her sister after all.
Was she really going to have to leave for the weekend without speaking to him?
She wasn't even sure he'd want to talk to her or even if she should try right now. She had done her best to be invisible during Aziraphale's lab this morning and had instead focused on the project she and Nadia were going to be working on.
However, after Constant Vigilance, she found herself in their suite packing for her trip home for the weekend...there was some moping and some tears in there, too. She must have set the record for non-participation in a class as she just could not bring herself to take part in dating techniques when things were so bad in her personal life.
Everytime she heard a sound in the hall, she looked up to see if he was opening the door, but it was never him.
She stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring down at where her bag was. She really should pack. Really. She also needed to call Paige since it looked like she would need a lift from her sister after all.
Was she really going to have to leave for the weekend without speaking to him?