My phone buzzed. Again.
I didn’t need to check to know who it was.
Dario.
I ignored it, picking at the last of my fries while Maya chatted about some professor who gave off serial killer vibes.
Another buzz.
Maya glanced at my phone and smirked. “He’s persistent.”
“More like obsessive.” I grabbed my drink and took a slow sip, refusing to acknowledge him.
Then—
A new message popped up.
Dario: You’re 10 minutes late. I’m waiting.
I rolled my eyes and locked the screen. He can wait all day for all I care.
Maya raised a brow. “Are you really gonna make the mafia boss wait?”
I smirked. “Absolutely.”
Maya let out a dramatic sigh. “I admire your bravery. I’d be terrified.”
I snorted. “I am terrified. But I also refuse to let him control my life.”
Maya clapped. “And that’s why we’re
