ANASTASIA’S POV

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel as I parked at the entrance of an electronic store owned by a family friend John. It’s the same place I’d always come to for my tech needs.

I lost my phone in the fire with so many other things, and I needed to replace them as soon as possible.

I stepped out of the car, adjusting my bag over my shoulder, and walked into the store. The moment I entered, a warm, familiar voice called out to me.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite customer.”

A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to find John, standing...