Two years have passed since Riley first burst into the music industry with the hidden identity of, The Masked Singer. With two albums under her belt and a third one on the way, Riley supposedly has her pathway marked out. No tours are planned, no in...
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The first thing I see is the wooden leg of a desk, then two legs which I find belong to Adrian Volkov. Confusion swirls through my brain until the rest of the setting kicks into place. I'd fallen asleep on Roza's couch at Volkov Designs. Great, the night before a big event and I'm cooped up on a chair.
"Good morning," he says.
"Hi." I rub the sleep away from my eyes.
"I can enjoy some quiet now." He chuckles.
A small blush creeps onto my face. I can't believe I was snoring last night, beats drooling I guess. I get off the couch and stretch my libs out before checking my phone. I have five missed calls from the course of the night and a dozen text messages from Alex.
I shoot Adrian a brief smile and walk out into the hall. I dial Alex's number and wait for him to respond.
"Where the hell have you been?" he practically shouts.
"I'm sorry."
"I got to your apartment last night and you were nowhere to be seen, where are you?"
"I fell asleep on the couch at Volkov Designs, sorry for worrying you." I'm surprised I managed to sleep considering the nerves permanently settling in my stomach.
"Okay." He breathes out a sigh of relief, "Ava is going to drop my suit at your apartment and then I'll meet up with you later. Are you leaving from Volkov Designs?" he asks.
"Probably, yes," I reply.
"Have a good day, I'll see you later."
"Bye."
I return to the room and Adrian doesn't say anything, he just continues with the dress. From where I saw it last night, it looks much more like a dress now that the panels of fabric have been sowed together. From the deep purple bags forming under his eyes, I can tell this has been a late night job.
"Coffee?" I ask.
"No, thank you," he declines.
"Sure? I really don't mind getting you something."
"When you put it like that." He fishes for his wallet, but I shake my head.
"Coffee on me, and I don't take no either. What do you want?"
"Long macchiato topped up, please."
"Hm, sounds caffeinated," I tease.
I quickly gather my belongings and head off towards the street. I'm not sure about coffee places, but I assume there would have to be dozes laying around this place. For an early morning, there's still a nice hum of people traveling. I weave in between them and I look around for somewhere to get coffee.
