Athilda's pov
I frowned as I opened Enzo's texts. Why was he blowing up my phone with messages and missed calls? I had my phone on silent since last night and never checked it.
"Where are you? Baby? Pick up your phone. Can we talk? I'm on the way to your condo.
I'm here. Open the damn door. Baby? Are you asleep? Athilda?
Those were just a few of the messages he sent. He even came to my condo last night? I was not even there. He had work and still made time to show up? What does he even want to talk about? I tried calling him, but his phone could not be reached. So I just texted:
"What's your problem?"
Just as I was about to put my phone away, it started ringing. I thought it was Enzo, but it was Kristan.
"Good morning! Have you had breakfast?"
"Good morning too. Of course. Where are you now?" I asked.
"Almost there. I should've just picked you up, baby."
"You live far from me. It is okay, I'm still on my way. Is traffic bad?"
