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.

to the bathroom, and stood under the

his shower, he stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining his

into his

front of the

chose

color of the shirt matched his mood perfectly as if the air around him was filled with pink

but

a tie, his fingers suddenly

opened the box to find the tie Camila had given

his lips curving

the tie, adjusting

Connor carefully

mix of anticipation and nerves as he walked

hadn't arrived

his gaze constantly drifting the entrance, both expectant and

Ding-dong-

sound of the

from the couch and quickly adjusted his tie. His face lit

to greet the person he'd

and his

morning, Mr. Connor," David greeted

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