Meanwhile, Stan watched as Sophie continued typing and sending messages faster than he could reply to the previous ones. One notification after another appeared on the screen, leaving him barely enough time to read them before a new message arrived.
Sophie: [It's been seven whole hours since I saw you.]
Sophie: [Seven hours is actually a very long time. 😩]
Sophie: [Earlier, I was lying on the couch where I made you eat dinner yesterday.]
Sophie: [I kept looking at the spot where you were sitting and wishing you were still here. 🥺]
Sophie: [It's honestly ridiculous how much I miss you already.]
Sophie: [Now I'm sitted on the balcony, looking down the road and hoping to see you coming back to me... so please come, Stan. ❤️]
Sophie: [Also...]
Sophie: [I cooked again. 🍳]
Sophie: [I know I cooked yesterday too.]
Sophie: [But I had an entire evening to myself and needed something to do with my hands. 🤲]
Sophie: [It's pasta.]
Sophie: [Properly made pasta.]
