Clementine:
I took a deep breath and walked out of the booth, sitting on the bench and glancing around the road to make sure the lurkers weren't coming back. Ian said they'd take some time, so I believed him. He knew this place like the back of his hand, and I'd noticed how attentive he'd been these past days, always catching details and writing them down while we were just playing mate-mate.
"You're angry because of the things he said," Mint quickly called out my irritation.
The moon was right above us. It was half, thankfully, because every full moon that I felt the mate bond with them annoyed me even more. The phone booth stood on the corner of the road in the strangest way. It was orange, with glass everywhere else. Small, only two or three people could fit inside. I watched Ian dial the number, focusing on him instead of my own issues.
"Do you really trust what he said?" Mint finally pulled me back to reality.