SAMANTHA
318 Words
“Wait! Rojan! Are you going home already?” Samantha shouted on top of her lungs while trying to run with her long gown on.
Rojan stopped on his tracks and he can feel his heart skip a beat. Is he dreaming again? Did Samantha really called him by his name? He turned around and lo and behold. Samantha walking towards him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen on her. She’s so beautiful in her long pink gown.
“Are you going home?” Samantha repeated her question.
“I’m still waiting for my mother,” he answered.
“She’s just about to finish work. I’m sure she’ll be down in a few minutes,” she said.
“Do you know that I’m having a party tonight?”
Rojan was about to answer when Sabine suddenly spoke.
“Go back to the garden Samantha. You are not supposed to leave your rehearsal just to talk to this person,” she said flatly.
“I just want to give him something,” Samantha answered while handing him an envelope.
“It’s an invitation to my party. I would very much like it if you could come tonight Rojan,” she said smiling sweetly and letting her fingers leave a trace on the palm of his hand as she hands over the envelope. She looked at Rojan with a sultry face.
Rojan wears a simple outfit of jeans and shirt. It’s what he can afford unlike those second generation rich boys who have tailored suits and expensive designer clothes. But that doesn’t hide his charisma and physique which is not bad. He is tall at 6 feet 2 inches with a muscular body. He had a set of smiling hazel eyes, perfectly pointed nose, and very sensual lips. A lot of females look his way only to find out he is poor and that changes their perspective of him.
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