Anjola
I remembered. I wouldn't have bared my heart to him like that but I just wanted someone somewhere to hear me out and he happened to be the one. All my attempts to mentally barricade him each and every time was a waste because fate kept pulling us closer. It was no wonder I couldn't hate him. He knew all my right buttons.
"That was a long time ago." I bristled, diverting my attention back to the plantains. They had slightly burned but it was still edible. I whisked them out of the pan and into a dry bowl padded with paper towels.
"Not everything changes and... There is a smart fryer for the plantains." He said, shaking his head at me.
That arrogant know it all behavior of his always got the better of me. My mouth opened to say something to counter him but seeing the expectant smi
