SAMANTHA'S POV
I can't get enough of the past hours and days. I also call Primo every now and then when I have free time, I see if he will answer.
*dialing*
Primo Grumpy ringing...
"Hello?" I heard an answer from the other line. Something in me suddenly came alive and energized.
"Oh, thanks, God! Primo!" I happily shouted to him.
"Argh, you're hurting my goddamn beautiful ears, what the hell," he said gruffly.
"Tch, lo lamento," (Sorry for that) I said still happy and bowed slightly as if it could see me.
"What is it?" he asked gruffly.
"Where the hell are you? Let's meet at the café," I hurriedly said with an excitement on my voice.
"I'm still on a trip and I'm tired, Samantha," he replied seriously. I can imagine his ugly face on this, tch.
"Alright, then later, at night. Please, this is important," I grumbled.
"I'll pay for your time," I added.
"Well, alright... Let's go," he replied before turning off the line.