Ryan paced around the garage, wondering why Samantha hadn't shown up. The garage was their meeting point, and ever since they spent more time together, he was finding it easy to break free from his addiction.
He looked at his time and it was past 2pm.
“What's keeping her?” He asked anxiously, running his hand into his hair.
After a couple of hours, he left the garage in frustration.
Stepping into the building, he was intercepted by Anna the maid.
“Sir, I was asked to give you this,” she whispered and pressed a piece of paper into his palm.
He looked around carefully and proceeded to his room. Unfolding the piece of paper, he perused curiously, knowing the note was from Samantha.
'Sorry, I couldn't meet up. I'm under surveillance. We'll lay low for now. No one should know about our
