Jenn's POV
I immediately hung up the call without giving an answer to Andres. It felt a little awkward—he was so quick. Such a flirt, I muttered under my breath. But my heart nearly skipped a beat when I saw Jas's face so close to mine, it felt like she might kiss me any second.
"Move, Jas! What the hell are you doing?" I asked in an irritated voice.
"Tell me what you're murmuring about, and why are you blushing so hard?" she asked, widening her eyes dramatically.
"Who's blushing? And it was just a wrong number," I replied, trying to sound annoyed.
"So, what's for dinner today?" Jas asked, as if I were her personal cook.
"I don't know yet. Let's get something from the grocery store first," I said.
"Okay, give me ten minutes to get ready," she chirped.
"I'll get ready too," I replied.
We both got ready and went to the same mart as last time. We picked up our essentials and paid at the counter. Just as we were about to leave, I suddenly turned back—I felt like someone was watching us.
"Jas, do you feel like someone's watching us?" I asked in a tense tone.
"I wish, Jenn," she replied with a smirk.
"Hmm… I guess I'm overthinking," I muttered, brushing the thought off. We got into a cab and headed back to the apartment.
As soon as I placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, my phone rang again. I asked Jas to check who it was, but she had already gone to take a shower. I rushed to answer it, hoping it was Mumma—but when I looked at the screen, it was that same unknown number. Though now, I had a feeling I knew who it was.
I ignored the call and went back to the kitchen. A few seconds later, I received a text. My heart skipped a beat as I opened the message.
From Unknown Number:
Hey Jannat, can you come down for 5 minutes? I'm in the park of your building. Just for 5 minutes.
I rushed to the balcony and saw him—Andres—sitting on a bench in the park, wearing a hoodie and shorts. I couldn't understand why he was so eager to meet me, and suddenly a thought struck me: How does he know my address?
I scribbled a quick note and stuck it on the fridge for Jas, in case she came back to the kitchen and wondered where I had gone.
Without wasting another second, I slipped on my slippers, took the elevator down, and ran so fast toward the park that I was out of breath by the time I reached. He was sitting on a bench, just like in the message.
Still struggling to catch my breath, I blurted out, "Why are you here? How did you know my address? Are you a kidnapper?"
I bombarded him with so many questions that even he looked confused about which one to answer first.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me toward the bench. I think he just wanted me to sit down, but the pull was a bit too strong—I ended up pressed against his chest, practically in a hug. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me there.
I was in shock for a few seconds, frozen. But then I snapped out of it and quickly stepped back.
"What is wrong with you, Andres?!" I asked angrily.
"I'm sorry, Jannat," he said in an embarrassed tone. It seemed like this wasn't how he'd wanted the meeting to go either.
"Just tell me—why are you here?" I demanded.
"I wanted to meet you. You weren't answering my calls. So I went to the mart where we first met. I didn't know if I'd actually see you again, but something in my heart told me you'd be there—and it was right. I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't. So… I followed you here. I'm sorry, I know it sounds crazy. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that day," he said, looking down.
I was stunned. My knees almost gave out hearing his confession. I couldn't believe a guy would actually go this far… just for me.