His life playing in a form of a video

[The number you have dialed is out of reach…]

Marcus hissed as he tossed his phone on the table in front of him while placing his hand on his hips. He ran his tongue across his inner cheek, pouring himself a glass of whiskey to calm himself down. He had been messaging Fil in his free time throughout the day. However, she never returned any of them. 

"Is she okay?" he wondered as he chugged a mouthful of whiskey. "She would usually call me back or message me."

It wasn't like they were messaging each other every minute of the day. They didn't have so much free time. However, there were regular exchanges between them. 

[We haven't had the time to talk even though we're at the same party.]

His visage softened as he remembered what she said during their last phone call. Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose, assuming Fil was startled that night and no one was there with her.