"Hey! Are you okay?" The masculine voice asked, rising up from the chair where he sat
"Sweet Jesus" Amelia muttered, holding her chest. She cleared her throat a little and adjusted her dress. "Hi" she greeted, wearing a very big smile
"Oh….hi… he chuckled, are you okay? Did you step on something?"
"Oh, no, no! I'm fine" she chuckled, "I'm here to see Ethan Sinclair"
"Here I am" he announced casually, spreading his arms wide open
"Sorry?"
"Yeah, I'm Ethan Sinclair" he repeated, pointing at the nameplate on his table
Amelia read the nameplate to confirm if she had missed a letter or maybe the right pronunciation. She was shocked, she did not expect me to be so young and….handsome. If her father were to be alive, he would have never been close to this look. Right before her was a light
