99“Mom, I really don’t want to date right now..” Camila sighed deeply.
“Just meet him first, then decide,” Claire replied, her brow furrowed. “How about this university
professor? I’ve already sent your contact Info to the matchmaker”
A few seconds later.
“I’ve sent it.”
“Mom, I’m really swamped with work right now. I don’t have time to meet anyone,” Camila said
helplessly.
“Just don’t come to my place this weekend. Go on that date. And no excuses. You can’t be too busy
for a simple dinner.”
Claire hoped that her daughter would soon have a family of her own, making up for the incomplete
one she could only provide and helping Camila forget the pain her biological father had inflicted.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go on the date,” Camila replied nonchalantly.
Later, the two went grocery shopping at a nearby supermarket. After dinner, Claire refused to let
Camila drive her home, so Camila booked a cab for her instead.
After Claire left, Camila called Erica. “Erica, you know everyone. Can you help me find Tabitha’s
number?”
“Why do you need to contact that crazy lady?”Camila told her about Tabitha opening a ravioli restaurant, which infuriated Erica to the point of
cursing vehemently. “She’s going to wish I hadn’t found her! I’ll definitely get her number for you!”
“Also, my mom is pushing me into this blind date. How can I tactfully refuse?”
“Why not ask Connor for help?” Erica said excitedly.
“Shut up.”
“Trust me, I know all about dodging dates, so I’ll teach you a few tricks…”
Camila was impressed by her advice.
They talked until midnight, and Erica said, “You better get some sleep. You have to be at Connor’s
place in seven hours.”
After hanging up, Camila lay in bed, wishing she could clear her mind of all worries. The more she
tried to sleep, the harder it seemed.
“Drinking coffee brewed from cat poop is so weird! Don’t hang out with him.”
The random memory of the child popped into her head, followed by an image of Connor drinking
Kopi Luwak, making her laugh out loud in bed. It took her a long time to finally drift off.
Her alarm went off promptly at 6:30 AM, its piercing sound/jolting her awake. Camila irritably turned
it off, feeling as though an invisible force pinned her to the bed.
It was Monday morning, and she was suffering her usual case of the Monday blues. After struggling
for a while, she managed to sit up, her mind still foggy. She quickly freshened up and arrived at
Connor’s place at 7:00 AM sharp.After a grueling workout session, Camila, freshly showered, opened the bedroom door to find a
message from Erica containing Tabitha’s phone number. She immediately sat back on her bed to
reply. [Aren’t you asleep yet?]
[Tabitha really is a tough nut to crack. I had to ask so many people before I got her number. Just
sent it now.]
[Love you, get some sleep.]
noveldrama[Sleeping now.]
Camila immediately dialed the number.
At Tabitha’s.
Buzz, buzz, buzz–the vibrating phone on the nightstand. Tabitha groggily opened her eyes and
picked up the phone, seeing an unfamiliar number. She answered, “Are you insane? Calling this
early in the morning!”
“It’s Camila,” Camila said sternly.
“Who the… Camila?” Tabitha sat up straighter, a smirk forming. “How’s your mom’s restaurant
doing?”
Camila scoffed. “There are so many idiots in the world, yet you excel among them.”
“Fuck, what do you mean by thaty Tabitha cursed.
“Literally,” Camila replied coolly.
Tabitha, infuriated and itching for a confrontation, wished she could tear Camila apart right there
and then.“Mom, I really don’t want to date right now..” Camila sighed deeply.
*Just meet him first, then decide,” Claire replied, her brow furrowed. “How about this university
professor? I’ve already sent your contact info to the matchmaker.”
A few seconds later.
Ive sent it.”
“Mom, I’m really swamped with work right now. I don’t have time to meet anyone,” Camila said
helplessly.
“Just don’t come to my place this weekend. Go on that date. And no excuses. You can’t be too busy
for a simple dinner.”
Claire hoped that her daughter would soon have a family of her own, making up for the incomplete
one she could only provide and helping Camila forget the pain her biological father had inflicted.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go on the date,” Camila replied nonchalantly.
Later, the two went grocery shopping at a nearby supermarket. After dinner, Claire refused to let
Camila drive her home, so Camila booked a cab for her instead.
After Claire left, Camila called Erica. “Erica, you know everyone. Can you help me find Tabitha’s
number?”
“Why do you need to contact that crazy lady?”Camila told her about Tabitha opening a ravioli restaurant, which infuriated Erica to the point of
cursing vehemently. “She’s going to wish I hadn’t found her! I’ll definitely get her number for you!“–
*Also, my mom is pushing me into this blind date. How can I tactfully refuse?”
“Why not ask Connor for help?” Erica said excitedly.
“Shut up.”
“Trust me, I know all about dodging dates, so I’ll teach you a few tricks…”
Camila was impressed by her advice.
They talked until midnight, and Erica said, “You better get some sleep. You have to be at Connor’s
place in seven hours.”
After hanging up, Camila lay in bed, wishing she could clear her mind of all worries. The more she
tried to sleep, the harder it seemed. “Drinking coffee brewed from cat poop is so weird! Don’t hang
out with him.”
The random memory of the child popped into her head, followed by an image of Connor drinking
Kopi Luwak, making her laugh out loud in bed. It took her a long time to finally drift off.
Her alarm went off promptly at 6:30 AM, its piercing sound/jolting her awake. Camila irritably turned
it off, feeling as though an invisible force pinned her to the bed.
It was Monday morning, and she was suffering her usual case of the Monday blues. After struggling
for a while, she managed to sit up, her mind still foggy. She quickly freshened up and arrived at
Connor’s place at 7:00 AM sharp.After a grueling workout session, Camila, freshly showered, opened the bedroom door to find a
message from Erica containing Tabitha’s phone number. She immediately sat back on her bed to
reply. [Aren’t you asleep yet?]
[Tabitha really is a tough nut to crack. I had to ask so many people before I got her number. Just
sent it now.]
[Love you, get some sleep.]
[Sleeping now.]
Camila immediately dialed the number.
At Tabitha’s.
Buzz, buzz, buzz–the vibrating phone on the nightstand. Tabitha groggily opened her eyes and
picked up the phone, seeing an unfamiliar number. She answered, “Are you insane? Calling this
early in the morning!”
“It’s Camila,” Camila said sternly.
“Who the… Camila?” Tabitha sat up straighter, a smirk forming. “How’s your mom’s restaurant
doing?”
Camila scoffed. “There are so many idiots in the world, yet you excel among them.”
“Fuck, what do you mean by that! Tabitha cursed.
“Literally,” Camila replied coolly.
Tabitha, infuriated and itching for a confrontation, wished she could tear Camila apart right there
and then.