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

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

Connor walked into

stood in front of the wardrobe, picking out the

deliberation, he chose a blush pink

color of the shirt matched his mood perfectly as

help but

fingers suddenly stopped

box to find

his

put on the tie, adjusting its

Connor carefully examined

of anticipation and nerves as

arrived

on the couch, his gaze constantly drifting the entrance,

Ding-dong-

sound of the

adjusted his tie. His face lit up with a

to greet the

his

David

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