*Camille POV*
I hadn’t spoken to Giovanni for a few weeks, which is very odd usually he’s calling me over to keep him company. When I call his phone, it goes straight to voicemail, I wonder why he’s not answering. Hmm, I know someone who will tell me what’s going on.
“Hey Julian, how are you?”
“Oh, uh, Hi Camille. I’m okay, you?” You can practically hear him blushing through the phone, this guy has been in love with me since we were kids. To bad I never gave him the time of day, he’s actually kind of cute but I like a guy that’s in charge of everything, not just the coffee run.
“Sweetie, can I speak with Giovanni?” I say trying to butter him up, I know this guy melts whenever I acknowledge his existence. If anyone is going to tell me what’s going on it’ll be him.
“Giovanni, oh he’s in
