CHAPTER 32

The next morning, Connor was off to the agency before I even woke up and when I got to the kitchen to make breakfast, his credit card was laid neatly beside the Nespresso machine and I pulled a small handwritten note from underneath the card. Morning, grumpy. (I'll be off till noon today. Make use of the card to get yourself some dresses and go have fun.PS: This is me also reminding you to spend wisely. Lol. Cheerios. Connor.) My face could not contain the small smile the letter sent to my heart. In a way, I found it cute. The idea that he thought of me, well enough to worry about how I would spend my day and have fun. Also, I had begun to miss seeing him since the past two days that he had gotten busy at the agency. It made me feel lonely in a weird way even though we were not the most compatible. Later in the day, I dressed in my Bermuda shorts and a pair of woollen sweaters, picking my tote bag and Connor's credit card with me to the Boutique. When I got there and checked for a