Chapter 2. Summoned

Carmella stood like a statue. “How rude!” she mumbled to herself, quite infuriated by the attitude of the man. He might be gorgeous, but he was the rudest and the most arrogant creature she had ever seen. Her whole body trembled with insult. Couldn’t he see it was just an accident? 

“What are you mumbling, Carmel?” asked Nick Hartman, her friend, as he entered the cafe. The attendants had cleaned up the mess and Carmella had already apologized for the spill, but stood there in a daze, his words echoing in her head. Why would she need his contact details? Wasn’t he weird and too full of himself? 

“I just bumped into the biggest tool in the history of humankind,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. 

“Same here,” said Nick with an eye roll and they smiled at one another, relaxing a little. 

“What happened at your interview?” asked Carmella. She and Nick were good friends, both in their final year, pursuing the undergraduate course in Fashion desi