Charlotte
My working hour almost over.
Another fifteen minutes but I knew Greyson was already on his way. That was his doing usually. Always the one who was waiting. He didn’t want me to the one waiting for him.
That was so gentlemanly.
To those who never knew Greyson, they would never think he was like this. Although I shouldn’t be thinking like this, especially about my boyfriend but Greyson looked like the bad boy type coming out alive from a novel. A bad boy riding a big bike. Yeah, that image fitted him. Minutes the tattoo. I’d asked him before but he said he was not interested in getting a tattoo. I was not going to force him because I thought it’s going to be hurt. And it didn’t mean I wanted the character from a book to come to life by using Greyson.
And I couldn’t wait to
