-But i told you to call me when you were leaving from the Prince's court, am i wrong? Why didn't do that?- she went on, listening to the boy trying to excuse himself -So, you're telling me that is the Prince's fault if you're late?- the older shifter asked, not very convinced -Anyway, once you'll arrive come straight here at the club, we'll go home together after the meeting. Got it?- was the last order -...so you had time for souvenirs but not for a text. Tsk.-
And then, said that, Robin simply interrupted the call and she let the phone slide inside the back pocket of her jeans, returning to the mop and grabbing it again.
She had to finish the job and then the other will start to arrive...
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Later that evening, once the pack's reunion was all done and that everyone was already gone, Robin was sitting on one of the leather couches of the Club, drinking a beer and brooding about the fact that the kid had missed the reunion.
Clearly he was still REALLY far from home, when they had spoke.
A cold pizza, the one that she had ordered for him when they all had had dinner together before, was waiting for him on the counter, at the bar.
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