Clumsy

Jake carefully checked the back of his mobile for some unseen detail, flipped it over awkwardly and dropped it. A surprised, feral-like squeak escaped his throat before he bent down to retrieve the phone from the floor. He keylocked the pad and slipped it into his breast pocket.

He tilted his head back and took in a huge gulp of air. His eyes darted about the full vista of the park and, when he was convinced that no-one was watching him, he pursed his lips, emptied his lungs in short bursts and blinked deliberately. Out, out, out with bad karma.

He reached the north end of the park, zigzagged through the gates, and felt for his phone again. He should ring Nathan.