Chapter 8

Niccolò Ruffalo

I was expecting a call from her in the morning but my expectations were far too high, not even a single text did I receive and it's almost 8 in the morning.

"What did she do now ?" Mike asked me

"Judging from the way he's staring at his phone which is unusual for him when his having breakfast so probably he's waiting for a call or a text" Cato spoke while shrugging his shoulders.

That man maybe an introvert but he doesn't know how to handle his mouth at times, I glared at him again came in his infamous shrug.

Once in the backseat on my way to work, I kept looking at phone unconsciously and a numerous amount of times. I couldn't help but worry about her, since she would at least drop me a text saying ' thank you ' or ' did you reach home ?'. She tries to act tough but she's very caring and delicate from inside. I hope she didn't fall sick by any chance, should I drop by her home before I go? Maybe she's in her workplace. I grunted at myself for being such an over thin