❝hell was the journey but it brought me heaven❞
Four years later Leon and Francesca have found their way back to each other. They discover how much can change in four years and how many things can never change-the way they feel for each other.
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"YOU STILL HAVE a chance to speak to her," Ludmila says to me.
"Doesn't mean I have to," I reply and she elbows me.
"Leon, I understand that both of you are hurt, but it has been four years. Both of you were the best of friends, and it is not worth losing a such a friendship over a failed relationship. You haven't even had a proper conversation with her yet," Diego says.
When I looked at her, part of me wanted to kiss her and another wanted to burst into tears. Nobody has ever had an effect on me like her. I admit, I was dying to speak to her. To find out why she became so unreachable.
I tell them that I will think about. We finish our lunch, that I prepared, and then Ludmila and Diego leave to consult with their wedding planner. I had always loved cooking, and not even Francesca's departure had changed that. She had always been a better baker than a cook.
Although it was Sunday, I get ready for work. However, instead of my normal suit, I put on a pair of jeans, plan blue golf shirt and some sneakers. My phone buzzes on my way to my car.
"Leon Vargas speaking, hello." I say with my phone pressed between my ear and shoulder as I unlock my car.
"Hello Leon." I freeze at the voice.
"Mr Caviglia, how are you?" I ask nervously.
He chuckles, "call me Christian. I was wondering if I could have a chat with you, perhaps over coffee."
"Is something wrong with the house, because I can sort that out immediately?"
"Quite the opposite actually. So, how about that meeting, if you are not busy?" He asks.
I glance at my briefcase on the passenger seat, "Not at all. I will meet you at the Double Bean cafe."
I cut the call and just sit in my car for a minute. It was difficult to decipher from his tone whether I was in trouble or not. It was probably dangerous to be meeting the father of the girl I cheated on in a place filled with steaming hot beverages.