Nicolai cleared his throat. He then turned to look at Ariana and questioned, "Why haven't you been answering my messages?"
He had been messaging Ariana on her number, like a goddamn pest that he was.
However, Ariana did not answer any of those.
His messages were nothing vulgar. Okay, there was a hint of something more than wanting to be friends, but he never went too far with her.
They were along the lines of ——
Hi, it's me.
Nico, in case the name that I saved on your phone wasn't enough for you to recognize me.
Want to hang out with me tonight?
Come on. We can be like friends.
Okay, I would love to be more than that, but it wouldn't work since you are so irksome and standoffish.
Would you like a drink?
A nu*e? Will that break the ice? I look f*cking amazing without my clothes.
Ah, Pallas. It's so cold inside your inbox. It's like the Sahara desert. No one texts you, do they?
