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.

got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and stood under the showerhead, unconsciously pressing the body

stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining his face and shaving off the stubble

cheerful tune, Connor walked into his dressing room

in front of the wardrobe, picking out the right

he chose a blush

the shirt matched his mood perfectly as

but smile

a tie, his fingers suddenly stopped on

to find the tie

up the tie, his lips curving

the tie, adjusting its

the mirror, Connor carefully

feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves as he walked out of the

hadn't arrived

sat on the couch, his gaze constantly drifting the entrance,

Ding-dong-

of

stood up from the couch and quickly adjusted his tie.

to greet the person he'd

froze, and his lips

Mr. Connor," David greeted him with a

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