Rachel POV
I picked up the phone and dialed his number, my feet tapping impatiently on the tiled floor as I waited for him to answer. The phone rang once, twice, and then his deep, rich baritone voice filled my ear.
"Hello, Rachel."
I couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. It was ironic that I had never been romantically interested in Femi, and yet, his voice still commanded attention. I shook off the thought, reminding myself that I hadn't called him for small talk.
I cleared my throat, composing myself. "Hi, Femi," I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing inside me.
"It's not Olufemi today?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement and curiosity.
"It must be something important if you decide to call me," he added, his words cutting me off before I could respond.
I caught myself, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I think it is," I said, trying to sound both nonchalant and urgent at the same time.