All of Luca's attention was on Veronica. She sat on the edge of the couch, leaning forward slightly, her phone gripped tightly in her hand, her eyes locked onto the screen.
Her hair fell over one shoulder, partially hiding her face, but Luca could still see the intensity there—the focus, the anticipation, the impatience she was trying (and failing) to contain.
Luca, on the other hand, was stretched out more casually on the opposite end of the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest.
"I don't get how calls work," he said dryly. "Is it the harder you stare at the phone, the faster the call comes through?"
"Shh… shh… shh…" Veronica waved him off without even looking at him, her eyes still glued to the screen.
Luca raised a brow, leaning his head back slightly as he let out a quiet, incredulous huff. "Unbelievable."
She shifted slightly, adjusting her grip on the phone, her thumb hovering just above the screen.
