Grace’s POV
I kept on staring at my phone for a good one minute. It was from Damiano. I opened the message and confirmed it again. Damiano is really texting me. I replied to him,
Hi, it was ok! How was yours?
It was a decent reply but I was scared to know how his day went and don’t want to know any dreadful detail but at the same time, I also want to talk to him. He might just be checking in on me. I should not read too much into it. But truth be told, my heart skipped a beat when I saw his message. I really liked his company. We can’t hang out like normal people and I can’t even imagine Damiano sitting at an ice-cream parlor enjoying at a bare minimum. Everything about him screamed luxury and high-up. In no time, my phone blinked again with his message breaking my trance.
Exhaustin
