I was happy that she was standing at the door just when I needed her but at the same time, I cannot dare to bring myself as to why she was at my door.
“ Who is that?”
My mother shouted from the living room. I didn't reply, I just stared at her face wondering what she was doing at my door step.
“ Are you going to invite me in or are you just going to keep staring at my face like you have seen a ghost?”
“ My bad. Sorry. Come in.”
I moved slightly away from the door brushing my messy hair backwards. My heart thumped with a lot of thoughts crossing my mind.
Has she been following me?
Or was she here for some pay back?
Well, on the bright side, I didn't do anything to make her want to hate me or kick my ass. I knew I was a jerk but it was in a romantic way.
“ You have a lovely
