"Crap," Reagan inhaled taking a gander at her telephone.The Uber was here. Eli had landed in his exquisite dark Charger, tag XTUD 459, and she wasn't exactly prepared. She took one last look in the mirror and surrendered that moistness had won today. A mesh adorned with frizz would need to do. She got her tote and quickly grabbed around inside. Keys. Wallet. Telephone. Taking one last clearing look around the flat, she op...