ANYTA'S POV
I looked up from my phone, placing the gadget face down as I saw someone saunter through the glass doors, her shoulders held high.
She clutched a Birkin in her left hand, and with the right one, she pushed her designer glasses up to her head.
For some reason, I straightened as her heels continued clicking on the tiled floor as she made her towards me.
“Good morning,” I beamed politely, “welcome to Airo.”
The lady peered down her nose at me, without responding. Then she arched an eyebrow as she regarded me like I was an inconvenience.
My cheeks hurt while I debated whether to drop my smile or not, but I still held her gaze expectantly.
I took the time to study her closely, and immediately decided her hair was her best asset. It was luscious, long and straight and golden.
