Stella's POV
After a period of five months,
My neck and shoulders are scorched by the last rays of summer light as I step outside onto the pavement after finishing my final class of the day. My third year of undergraduate studies is well started in the fall semester of my third year. As is customary for me, my phone calls just as I'm about to walk the short distance to the train station, prompting me to turn around. I take it out of the front pocket of my rucksack and discover a text message from Sebastian.
"Hey, there, sweetheart. How is the class?" The message says.
"Hello, sweetheart. As is normal in this situation. I'm currently walking to the train station. Are you experiencing difficulties at work? '
"Yes. Please, could you pay me a visit at my place of residence?"
"Of course. Why?" I said.
If Sebastian had a legitimate reason for asking me, I would have told him. "I'm expecting a delivery," he said.
