The next morning Francesco woke up and realized Arlette was gone. The other side of the bed was cold.
'She must have left an hour before.' Thinking about last night and her confession, he smiled goofily.
After she cooked pasta for him, they both ate together and cuddled together. He didn't realize when he drifted off to sleep.
He picked up his phone from the nightstand and checked his messages.
He had one unread from Arlette and a couple of others from Zain and work-related stuff.
He first checked her message which was sent about half an hour ago.
Ari: Reached home. And what the actual f*ck Fran! 78 missed calls and 23 messages!!! You are sick! No wonder you were so pissed last night!!'.
He laughed loudly at her remark and imagined her scrunched up face while muttering these words.
He keyed in and responded immediately.
Fran: yeah!! A lovesick fool who was dying to meet his beloved for so many months.'
After a while, he sent one more message.
