Milena's POV
It's been hard working at the office without Julian's calls. We talk every hour yet I miss him and I wasn't lying when I said I am calling him first cos I did maybe he did but I do call him alot .
Why isn't he a wealthy man's son? I swear I would have proposed to him no matter what.
" What will you like to take? A waitress asks me for the umpteenth time but I don't want her to attend to me. My eyes scoured the diner for him cos I'm here because of him. He hasn't returned my calls for the past two hours if that counts. I'm beginning to worry about him.
" A cup of latte.May I ask you something..." My speech is cut off by my vibrating phone. Eager to see who was pinging me, I took it out of my bag in relief. He was the one.
" Miss, you were saying?" Was someone talking?
