Chapter 13: Crazy For This Girl
Kate‘s eyes fluttered open. She winced, realizing her phone was vibrating. Still half asleep, she checked the time. When Kate realized it was still four in the morning, she groaned, complaining, “Who calls at this time?”
She was about to cancel the call, when something in her, call it an unknown force, urged her to answer her phone. When she slid the home screen open, she mumbled, “Do you know what time is it?”
“It‘s nearly noon here in Paris.” Hearing that voice, she longed for; Kate was wide awake in a flash.
Her voice broke in and out as she called his name, “C–Carlos?”
“It‘s the first day of the tournament today. I‘m sorry I woke you up. I was just… wondering if maybe… you‘ll wish me luck?” Carlos said on the other line.
Kate‘s heart was already racing, thrilled at the unexpected call. She replied, “Of course, good luck with your game. I know you‘ll do great. As usual.”
There was a second of silence, but soon Kate heard Carlos say, “I miss you, Kate.”
‘Oh, my god!‘ In her head, Kate was screaming at his words. Her face turned bright red, and she was grinning like a fool. She bit her lip before timidly answering, “Carlos, I – I miss you
too.”
“Carlos?” Kate frowned, and once again, she checked on his response. “Carlos?” When she looked at her phone, it displeased her to see that her battery had died! “Oh, my god! Like, why do you die at the perfect moment? Arrgghh!”
Kate frantically fetched her bag and found the charger. After plugging her device, she waited nearly a minute. When her phone switched on, she attempted to call Carlos back. However, even as she undertook to dial the unknown number, her phone died again. “Agrrhh! I hate this! Why is this happening to me now?”
Of course, she knew the answer to that. She was up, researching about Savanna Knight with the use of her mobile instead of sleeping. In the end, she waited for at least five minutes before she turned her phone back on. As soon as she entered her passcode, she called back the unknown number. Sadly, it seemed like Carlos
mobile was already switched off.
She groaned in annoyance, cussing while she was at it. Very quickly, she sent him a text, and it read:
(Carlos, I’m sorry. My battery died. I was on the internet till one in the morning and fell asleep without charging my phone. I miss you too.)
“Please, answer. Please, answer.” Kate anticipated, but an hour passed, and there was still no answer. Nor did Carlos call back
***
Earlier in Paris.
Carlos and Alexander were preparing to leave for the start of the French Open tournaments. He peeked outside his room, and seeing that the detectives were not in his suite, Carlos went to his in–room safe and opened it.
During Carlos‘ match that afternoon, he was so edgy. It was just the first round, and he missed two serves. Usually, his first match would last five to ten minutes, tops. His opponents often would miss his serve, landing him an easy win. However, that day, Carlos was distracted, thinking about the call with Kate.
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