{Andrew's Point of View}
I was getting used to waiting for Rosabel's text to come.
It was very unlike myself but yet I waited patiently at times. I knew Rosabel was working hard and I was not ideal either but whenever I was free I could feel my hands going towards the phone to check.
We talked a lot during the day. More than what we have talked about over two days. I now know that Rosabel likes to eat too but only her favorite food. She like the color red and was into historical stuff. She liked architecture but she could not draw. Her mother was her strongest support and she wanted to show her mother how happy she was in their fake relationship.
'Fake …" The word revolved in my head. Our current relationship was fake and we both did not want to change it for now. No one knew what the future held but our presence did not have one another.
I kept my phone down as I tried focusing on my work a bit soon after I looked at the phone just to see when I would get a reply.
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