“Siena, your daddy, is blowing up my phone again—he just can’t take a hint.” I hissed and turned off my phone, so I wouldn’t have to look at the missed phone calls.
“It took you long enough!” Dario smiled from a distance and held a bouquet of roses in his hands.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized as I pushed the stroller and made my way toward him. “I’m not used to people showing up on time.”
“That must mean Christian keeps you waiting, but fortunately for you, I’m not Christian,” Dario spoke as he handed me the roses. “You bought me roses? No one ever bought me roses.” I awkwardly laughed.
Even though I promised myself not to think about him, my mind went back to Christian. He never bought me roses, and I never asked for them. He would waste his money instead to buy me the most expensive gifts.
