C42 Livia

I awake the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on my door.

“Who the hell drops in?” I frustratingly ask the empty room. It’s a worse offense than calling. Doesn’t anyone just text anymore?

I consider pulling the covers over my head and ignoring my visitor, but I already have a good idea who it is.

And I should see him.

No matter how nauseated I am.

“Hold on,” I shout