How could I be with this man when I hardly know anything about him.
I take off my jacket and place it by my side. I watch as Zac’s eyes travel down to my chest and then back up. I gave myself a mental pat on the back when he does, glad that I wore this tight dress.
“What?” he asks me, not doubt because I was pouting now.
“I feel like I don’t know anything about you,” I tell him.
“Ali…” he sighs. “You already know me so well.”
“Not well enough.” I look up at him through my eyelashes.
“You can ask me anything,” he says.
“Okay, well… what made you want to study a Bachelor in Pharmaceutical Science?” I ask. I was bewildered.
“Well, I’ve always been interested in how drugs affect the body,” he shrugs. “Plus, it’s nice to help people,” he tells me with a small smile. I shake my hea
