Silas’ POV
On the day I was supposed to meet her, I chickened out so bad I accepted every last interview I could squeezed into my schedule.
“Are you sure you’re taking this? You literally never do this kind of thing,” Reesa looked at me confused and curious why I said yes to the radio interview.
“Let’s just go,” I answered, careful to not slip any details.
We were able to reach the radio station 30 minutes before 12. The hosts invited me for lunch, so we ate first. Minutes before the program started, I checked my phone and saw her message.
‘I’m at the company. Where am I supposed to meet you?’
I need to cancel it right? it’s rude to keep her waiting and all that crap. I was about to type in a reply when Reesa grabbed my phone and pushed me inside the broadcasting ro
