The lost phone
It’s about half 9 on a quiet, unremarkable Thursday. A job from the University pops up and I’m the closest driver. Two girls, looking all kinds of worried, get in and ask to head downtown. so I naturally get curious about got them so worked up. Turns out they were studying in some sort of public space earlier and one of the girl’s phone went missing. They ring it up, and some guy answers. He’s vague about how he ended up with her phone but agrees to hand it back at this specific address.
