Can I Catch A Breath?

POV: Sienna

"Hello?" Evander answered. His voice lacked its usual boyish charm. He sounded rough and drained.

"Hey, Evander. It's Sienna," I said, leaning my forehead against the cold steering wheel of my dead car. "My engine just died. I could call a cab, but I really didn't want to be late. Could you come pick me up?"

"Of course, angel. I am on my way. I will be there in ten minutes," he repl