"Are you here yet?"

"Yes. How do you know?"

It was not Tam's voice.

Erica checked the number. It was not Tam's.

“Who is this?"

“It's me. Watkins. You saved my number. How could you not know it was me?" Watkins had watched Erica save his phone number when they were partying the other day

Confusion coursed through Erica. She remembered that she had saved his phone number, but why was his name no Longer on her contact list? "It's so strange. I Lost both your WeChat account and phone number. Is my phone infected with a virus?"

That was the only possibility that she could think of. But, she hadn't downloaded from or browsed any unsafe website recently. How could a virus attack her phone?

Since Watkins and Erica were in different places at that moment and he couldn't see her phone, he couldn't explain what was going on. All he knew was that she sounded really cute. He smiled in spite of himself.

“Come here and Let me see your phone."

“Where are you?" she asked.

“At the entrance to your villa." Watkins had just parked the car at the gate of the villa. He couldn't get in, so he was stuck outside.

“Ah! You're here? I'll be right out. How did you know where I was?"

Erica walked out of the bedroom and bounded downstairs quickly.

Leaning against the car, Watkins replied honestly, “Rhea told me. I knew she was headed back to her own country, so I called her to say goodbye. She told me you saw her off at the airport, and thought you'd be home by now."

“Oh! I see. Wait a minute. I'm headed your way."

After hanging up the phone, Erica trotted towards the gate of the villa, phone in hand.

It took about ten minutes to walk from the front door of the villa's living room to the gate. As the crow flew, it would have taken only five. But Matthew had installed a traffic island and filled it full of flowers and bushes. There was no way to get through that without a great deal of trouble. So Erica had to follow the road around it.

Three minutes later, Erica reached the gate, out of breath.

Watkins wore a white sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a new pair of sneakers. He leaned against his convertible. When he saw Erica, he waved at her.

“Hi, Erica!"

“Hey, why are you here?" Erica asked, panting. She was exhausted. She contemplated buying a scooter so she could ride out to the gate and back.

"I tried to get ahold of you, but you weren't online. It's almost noon.

I thought you might want go out and get some lunch. Oh, by the way, where's your phone? You said it's virused? Let me see."

Erica took out her phone and unlocked it for him. She put her hands on her hips and said, "I can't go now, because I'm meeting up with someone later."