I stopped back at the desk and asked what station she was at. After some tapping, the woman at first tried to tell me that Teen had never been there at all. After clarification on how to spell Teen’s last name, she said brightly, “She’s finished and she left.”
What?? She wasn’t upstairs, she wasn’t downstairs, and when I ran outside she wasn’t there either. I called her phone and got no answer.
It was like I had stepped into one of my own teen thrillers. And it was no fun at all.
Of course, it turned out that she had been getting her hair cut in an area that held about 10 brown-haired girls. And when she felt her phone start ringing, she had decided it would be rude to answer it and left it in her pocket.