Julia's POV:
When I hear a ding from my phone, I grab it from the pillow to see Marcelo's message.
Quickly, I rush out of the room and down the stairs. When I saw a mirror in the lobby, I stopped and checked my hair and teeth. I inhale a sharp breath before I slowly walk out the front door.
I'm not excited that Marcelo is coming and potentially staying overnight. I'm excited about the food.
When I spotted Marcelo, I uneagerly paced towards him. "Hey," I said.
"Hey," Marcelo responds.
"You got the pizza?"
Marcelo opens the passenger door and pulls out two boxes of pizza.
"And the-"
He places two small containers of ice cream beside it.
"Cool," I said. "Let's go."
"You're going to make me carry everything up?"
Two pizzas and two small containers of ice cream are too heavy? I mean
