Brian had sat there watching his phone for a few moments before giving up. Marking his place and closing his book, he slowly got up from his seat. He dropped his phone into the right front pocket of his jeans, patting his other pockets casually to make sure he had everything still. Wallet, keys, okay all there. Running a hand down the front of his ribbed gray shirt that hugged his muscles nicely, he gave one more glance around before heading out the door. The walked as slow to his apartment and he didn't feel his phone going off until a good twenty minutes later. Leaning in the elevator on the way up to his room, he felt his phone buzzing and reached for it. Same number. Apparently she wanted to talk to him anyways. Flipping the phone open, he read what she had sent.<br/><br/>So she had been in the cafe. Funny that he hadn't seen her as he was pretty good at picking out familiar faces. Judging by the words she had used, he expect that she had been hiding in one of the booths while texting him. He gave a shrug, finger pecking casually at the keys.<br/><br/>'Oh, okay. Not much, just trying to get through senior year. You?' He wasn't sure why he had asked back, keeping the conversation going. He really didn't want to talk to her as for him that door was closed and that bridge lifted. But something inside him told him to be polite and so he had asked. Oh well, he figured if he played vague then maybe she would lose interest in texting him.