VINCENT'S POV
I have been watching Samantha for about five minutes now. She laid a foldable mattress on the floor, in the middle of my living room. She is lying on her chest, her feet were moving, paddling in the air. Samantha has a book in her hands, A Night in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks, wireless buds on her ears. She checks her phone from time to time, and I cannot help but notice how she smiles every time she picks it up and reads a message.
"Miel," I called her but the music she's playing may be too loud, she did not hear me. "Samantha," I still got no reaction from her. It's kind of funny how when I stood up from my seat, she lay on her side and put her phone screen down.
"What?" Samantha said, while her eyes moved from me to her phone and vice versa.
Why does it seem l
