Hunter had a grin on his face as he raised his glass of whiskey to his lips with his right hand, while he held the phone to his ear with the other hand.
He has been sitting there thinking at his balcony thinking about Delilah and wondering what she was up to and how she was feeling, when her call came in.
Hearing her voice brightened his mood more than he expected. Not that he had been in a bad mood. He had been indifferent. But hearing from her lifted his spirit.
"Why did you call if you weren't missing me?" He asked Delilah, his voiced coated with amusement.
"Why? Can't I check on my friend?" Delilah retorted, and then bit her lower lip, "why didn't you call or text?"
