Phoebe sat in Starbucks for a long time again until the pedestrians outside gradually became sparse. It was as if she hade to her senses and stood up to walk out.


    The night breeze was cool, blowing against her, making her feel the change of seasons. After entering autumn, no matter how hot it was during the day, it would cool down a lot at night. Phoebe was about to call for a ride when she noticed several missed calls on her phone, all from Patrick.


    Phoebe frowned and wondered, ''Why would Patrick be calling me?''


    She hesitated for a moment as the phone rang again. It was Patrick once more. After some thought, she answered the call, hearing an explosive bass voice on the other end. "Phoebe, you finally answered the phone." Patrick''s tone was unfriendly.


    Phoebe stood by the roadside, the night wind rustling the leaves, asionally causing dry maple leaves to fall from the branches and swirl far away.


    "Are you looking for me?" she asked.@@novelbin@@


    Patrick looked at Theodore next to him, who was drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol. He''d drink half and spill half, turning the front of his crisp white shirt into a patchy mess.


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