Chapter 43

Tanya's POV

I looked at the strange number calling me for the hundredth time with a low sigh.

"Aren't you going to pick it up?" My friend Takey, who was sitting on my right side in a café, asked with a raised brow.

"And why would I pick up a number I don't remember or know?" I replied seriously.

"Well, why don't you block it then?" he asked, annoying me.

"How is it your concern when it's not bothering me at all?" I shot back coldly.

He faked a smile, then pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at it.

It was surprising and uncomfortable to see him act concerned about my calls. Takey was usually quiet and very reserved. He mostly chose to observe the situation rather than be involved in it. He was a friend I knew through a childhood friend, Drake.

Although he was very attractive, I just couldn't be one of his admirers, and that intrigued him a lot; he openly said so a few times. I mean, the man was tall and handsome. He had beautiful dark skin with short white hair styled in a love