Joey was jolted awake by her ringing phone.
Groggily, she answered it.
Immediately, Stan's warm, soothing voice filled the line. "Joey, come out to the balcony."
Puzzled, Joey padded barefoot to the balcony.
As she opened the window, she saw Stan waiting below.
Stan was dressed in a white shirt and gray trousers, his handsome face wearing a gentle smile.
Leaning against his car, he looked up at her.
The sunlight cast a glow around him, adding extra charm to his good looks.
At this moment, he reminded Joey of the day they first met, his smile just as warm and radiant, like a ray of sunshine piercing her dark world.
If she hadn't met Frederic back then, she might have fallen for him.
Waving at him, Joey asked through the phone, "Stan, no overtime today?"
Stan's smile widened, his
