BIANCA'S POV

I remained on my bed though, looking at the ceiling and counting several hundreds until a sound caught my attention. Manuel? Was he still outside? That was definitely his voice. Hopping down my bed, I opened the door of my room and strolled outside the beach house. I was very suprised to see him seated on one of the pavements close to the path leading to his own beach house. He seemed to not have noticed me. Looking closely, I realized he was on a call. By this time? I didn't know how long it was going to take him to finish up with his call, but seeing...