Adrain
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as I sat on the edge of the bed, phone pressed against my ear. Francesca’s voice carried through cellphone, vibrant and full of life as always.
“So, you’re actually coming to see me,” she teased, her accent thick and unmistakable. “I was beginning to think you forgot all about me, Adrian.”
I chuckled, though my heart wasn’t fully in it.
“You know I could never forget you, Francesca. It’s just been... complicated.”
“Complicated?” she repeated with a sharp laugh. “Adrian, your entire life is complicated. That’s your brand.”
Her teasing tone was comforting in a way, pulling me back into memories of old times.
“You’ve got a point there,” I admitted. “Anyway, I wanted to confirm that we’ll be at the restaurant later today. Kelly
