Vanessa’s Return

Ethan was sprawled out on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, a half-empty can of soda balanced precariously on his stomach.

Today was supposed to be his day off — no photoshoots, no meetings, no business calls. 

Just him, his couch, and a bag of chips.

Of course, his phone had other plans.

[Melissa: So… when are we having that date?]

Ethan sighed. Melissa was nothing if not persistent.

[Ethan: Probably never.]

A second later, his screen lit up with a dramatic gasp emoji.

[Melissa: Wow. Rude.]

[Ethan: I'll consider it after the launch. You should get some rest.]

She didn't reply right away, which meant he had won this round. 

He dropped his phone onto his chest and took another sip of soda, eyes growing heavy.

'Finally, peace.'

Then came the knock at the door.

Ethan groaned, rolling his head back. "You have got to be kidding me."