(Layla’s POV)
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I sat near the window while sipping on the cheap wine that Emily had kept in her apartment. I chuckled to myself recalling what had happened to me that afternoon. “How on earth did I almost end up in a life-or-death situation and bizarrely, being saved by a man who could be described as a ridiculously handsome stranger?”
The memory still felt like I was in some cheesy romance movie, except that in that movie my character would be played by a very beautiful woman in his eyes.
“His eyes” I whispered to myself recalling how beautiful his eyes were. Sparking blue with a rather familiar colour tone. “Have I met you somewhere, Mr No Name?”
“Mr No Name?” I heard Emily’s voice and did not realise she had just come back from work. “So, how did the interview go?”
