ANTONIO POV

A few days passed before I had a chance.

A chance to speak with Amy who waited for me. “I'm sorry I'm just finding a chance to speak.” I sat in a chair situated in the lounge. “Tell me about it. How did it go exactly?”

She looked at me like she would a ghost.

“Really, Antonio?”

What?

“I'm not sure I understand you, Amy.”

“I'm the one who doesn't understand you, Antonio.” She looked at me with that same look. “How can you ask me how it went when you were digitally there all along? Really, Antonio?”

A sigh escaped my mouth.

I smiled and leaned on...