[Estela's POV]
[Date]
Whooosh!
brr!
I hugged myself to keep me warm, but still, the freezing approaching winter air penetrated even my thick coat, deeper into my bones.
Achoo!
Crappy p***!
I shifted my eyes left and right, hoping to spot Zhander in the sea of crowds in Manhattan's famous shopping district.
We promised to meet up here for our usual once a week date.
I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.
"Zhander, where are you?"
"Sorry, little Stella . . . *huff . . . give me ten minutes."
"Why are you panting?"
"It's traffic . . . *huff . . . so I'm running . . . *huff . . . towards you right now."
"Oh. Okay."
I ended the call and waited for him as an obedient girlfriend would do.
