Phone

He sat staring at his phone, willing it to ring.
Four o'clock was the promise and it was now quarter past.
It couldn't be good news in that case. It mustn't have gone as they'd expected.
He'd packed his bag just in case it all went awry and he thought that he should really get going sooner rather than later.
He headed down the stairs to his car, climbed in and threw the bag on to the passenger seat.
His phone rang.