Dunya’s POV
My coworkers suggested we’d go out for lunch, we had 45minutes, so plenty of time to find some place to eat. We headed out and found a cute little Gyros restaurant near our office. We ordered and chatted of work and our new lives in Athens. Everybody seemed happy with their current situation, and we decided we’d take a long weekend trip back home together.
As we were finished, I headed to the bathrooms to wash my hands, as it turns out a pita gyro isn’t so easy to eat. I washed my hands, looked in the mirror to fix my face and hair. Someone enters the bathroom and I’m being pinned to the wall. “The f*ck!?” I squeal before I lock eyes with Kristopher. “Missed me?” he grins and licks his lips.
“Get the f*ck away from me! What the f*ck is your problem!?” I try to squirm out of
