Charlie sat up and slid his palms up the curved glass, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Grace finally return. He looked up at the clock on the wall—it was 3:30. Over five hours had passed since she had left. What had taken her so long?
Grace looked over at him with a slight frown, and then started talking to the sales clerk behind the counter. He couldn’t hear what either was saying, just muffled voices from this side of the thick glass, but he could tell by the way that Grace’s cheeks were puffing up that she was stressed. She had this nervous habit whenever she was overwhelmed where she sucked in air, but didn’t release, and often found herself hyperventilating. He hoped that didn’t happen right now. The last thing they needed was for her to faint–to fall over and break anything else.