LAYLA:
Hearing his voice ignites the odd feeling that comes with seeing him. I could feel the butterflies swirling in the pit of my stomach and it makes me question myself if it was a good thing to feel this way every time I’m in contact with him.
Realizing I haven’t said anything to acknowledge his presence outside, I cough and then say, “I’m coming.”
The rate at which I’m flustered cannot be deemed a good way. I mean, because of the whole idea that has to do with the man standing right outside this building, I was having mood swings. Now that he is here, I am feeling all mesmerized when I shouldn’t. Am I the most contradictory human on the face of the earth?
I comport myself as I adjust my top which seemed a bit wrinkled when I look down at it briefly. After that, I start to make my
