Author's POVIt was 10 at night when Jay's eyes stuck to the clock after being bored all day and realizing that Amy wasn't home yet. He still contemplated whether to make a call for her or not. Sulking like a baby, he threw his phone on the couch that he had been sitting on the TV in front of him didn't do the job of killing his time as the screen played scenes from a web series that didn't interest him. He glanced at the door, wondering if Amy would open it, but he had no idea of her whereabouts.