It wasn't until three in the morning when Connor finally lay down in bed.

He tossed and turned. Sleep eluded him.

Images of Camila-her face, her voice-kept surfacing in his mind.

Her smile, her voice, and every subtle gesture lingered in his heart.

Connor couldn't help but laugh.

Only five more hours until he would see Camila again.

Time seemed to crawl.

The next day, sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains and spilled onto the bedside as Connor slowly opened his eyes.

At the sight of the glaring sunlight, his heart surged with excitement.

He glanced at his phone. It was only seven o'clock.

"Just one more hour till I see her," Connor murmured to himself, a faint smile on his face.

To ensure he was in his best form for Camila, Connor decided to take another shower.

of bed, walked to the bathroom, and stood under the showerhead, unconsciously pressing the body wash dispenser a

front of the mirror, carefully examining his face and shaving off the stubble that had sprouted

into his dressing room in

front of the wardrobe, picking

some deliberation, he chose a blush pink

as if

couldn't help but

a tie, his fingers suddenly

the box to find the tie Camila had

tie, his lips curving

put on the tie,

of the mirror, Connor carefully

he took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves

hadn't arrived

constantly drifting the

Ding-dong-

sound of the doorbell

quickly adjusted his tie. His face lit

greet the

and his lips slowly turned

morning, Mr. Connor," David

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