It was almost ten in the morning and Michaela had been waiting for a text message or call from Lachlan but he never contacted her. She had already assumed that her visit to Lyndon would be canceled today and that was the reason why she changed to her usual loose shirt and a pair of shorts. The weather for the day was good and it was a good day for a movie marathon. That's what she thought. She gave up on hoping and a part of her wanted to meet him and excited him to see Lachlan. She had to admit it, she missed his presence. She misses the way he looks at her, she misses the way he plastered his usual face that is devoid of emotions. And every time that she sees him, it's as if there were butterflies inside her stomach. It was an unusual feeling for her, and she didn't have a word for it. S
