My feet dangled in the cool water of the pool, the night air wrapping around me like a soft blanket. It was past midnight, and I was here, waiting for Enzo to finish yet another meeting. "He's such a workaholic, Sophie," I sighed, leaning back against the edge of the pool. "I'm not saying he shouldn't work, but at this hour? He brought me here with him, and I have absolutely nothing to do."
"You sound frustrated. Is everything okay?" Sophie's voice crackled through the phone.
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