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.

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

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

cheerful tune, Connor walked into his dressing room in high

in front of the wardrobe, picking out

he chose

shirt matched his mood perfectly as if the air around him was filled

help but smile

his fingers suddenly stopped on

to find the

the tie, his lips curving into a wide

on the tie,

Connor carefully examined

mix of anticipation and nerves as he walked

arrived

gaze constantly drifting the

Ding-dong-

of

stood up from the couch and quickly adjusted his tie. His face

to greet the person he'd

his

morning, Mr. Connor," David greeted him with a

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