CHAPTER FORTY NINE: Taking your chances now.

Fyodor swallowed the lump in his throat and clenched his fist.

His heart rate was no doubt too fast and he felt like his heart might leap out of his ribcage. His palms, sweaty. He wondered how he was still able to clench his fist when the surfaces should be sliding over one another due to the lack of friction.

In all honesty, he was nervous.

He had never been this nervous all his life. He just hoped another rejection wouldn't be coming in contact with his wounded pride anytime soon. He definitely has feelings for Sophia and he showed it but Sophia's constant rejection was no easy feat. Her usual attitude towards him made him feel unwanted, he was surprised and elated to see her message.

She had asked that they meet. Fyodor thanked his observant self the umpteenth time. Thank God he always checked the information of any unknown number that reached out to him and was giddy like a teenager to see details that matched Sophia's. Or details that he had taken time to learn of her.

Sophia