“It’s been five already, you need to get here now,” he said as if he were Father Time himself. The ground was shaking and she dodged debris like she was Kobe. She held the phone against her ear with her shoulder ‘cause it was too loud to put him on speaker.
“I’ve got about ten more and I’ll be there in a sec,” she said, more relaxed than the boy on the line. A tree fell to her left, and she gracefully stepped to the right. She was more annoyed than scared.
“Last plane over the west coast?” she asked the woman at the desk. He was in Michigan but her friends were in Los Angeles. The world was ending in fifteen minutes and she was choosing her time wisely.