Carlos' Point of View:
"Yeah, yeah. I remember. The purple blinders for the room, got it." I laughed and said to Jo, who was on the other side of the phone in her cabin, still at the company. Her face lit up whenever she laughed.
"Yeah!" She laughed back. "I've missed you."
"I didn't," I replied and watched her nod in sarcasm.
"Carlos, baby, you've been dying the past months."
I chuckled. "That's overdoing it."
"So when are you gonna ask me to move in?" She smirked.
A smile formed on my lips. "Well—"
"I mean, I'd probably wait for you know, the formality of spending months together before booking a very special place and then, the whole shenanigans, and then you'd give me the key, but we really don't have that kind of time."
