Isabella was lounging on her couch, flipping through a magazine and admiring every page she saw her image, when her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen and her heart skipped a beat. It was Timothy. They hadn't spoken in ages, and she wondered what could have prompted him to call out of the blue.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to sound casual.

"Hey, Isabella. It's Timothy. How have you been?" His voice was warm, yet there was a hint of nervousness.

"Timothy! It's been so long. I'm doing well, thanks. How about you?" she replied, genuinely curious.

"I'm good, thanks. I was wondering if I could come over and catch...