{Delilah}
I was getting ready to meet Victor, in my very usual place. I just wore a fit dark blue jean and a V-neck grey t-shirt. It was almost twelve-thirty when I stepped inside my car and drove towards the café. I took a seat in the middle and texted him.
Me- Where are you?
Victor- I am almost there. five minutes more.
I waited for him and prepared myself for the worst. I know how he is. And how hell bent he is to make me his wife this time. But he does not know who I am. I am no more that-sweet-pretty-weak-girl he used to date.
I am strong and independent person. I ordered my coffee, when he stepped in. I was expecting him to be in suit, but to my surprise, it was just a basic white shirt and a black jean. He stepped in and took the chair.
“Hey. I was not expecting it this soon.”
