Mayas P.O.V
"Miss Johnson I presume?"
"Umm yes and you're?" I asked a little agitated by the sudden halt.
"The name is Pierre Hudson mam" he formally extended his hand.
'Such formality, it reminds me of my home days, I hate it!' I looked at his hand and decided to shake it, although I hated shaking people's hands. I mean who knows where they had been.
"Hi! How can I help you?" I tried to get rid of him. I hated small talks, especially old small talks; it made me sound like an old loner with thousand cats.
"Forgive me but I just wanted to introduce myself, I couldn't help but realize how good looking you’re" he showed confidence and hope.
'Did he just stop me because I’m beautiful? Seriously it’s my first day and this happens! Such an idiotic idea of a first impression.'
"Pardon me
