Little Moment

Tina's POV.

To my utter horror, arriving back at Trove company I saw reporters littered around the outside of the building.

They were waiting, chattering amongst themselves with cameras at their sides poised for the terrifying job of picture taking.

My fingers bite into each other from the anxiety that was coursing through my veins, pushing my breaths out in gasps.

I watched from in between buildings far off from Trove as workers coming back from lunch were assaulted into giving an interview or to giving the location of Simon.

Workers huddled into their suits trying to avoid the shutters clicking in their faces and the questions about where Simon was.

Just one photo was enough to ruin my perfectly protected bubble that was my life .

Glancing at my watch, I see I’m tending towards ten minutes late.

I drag my hand across my face, a strand pulling free from my loose bun. Peeping out from my hiding place I see the reporters unrelented in their fervent duty of finding Simon.

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