Kris arrived in a red Ferrari, waving at me.
The weather was beautiful, with a gentle breeze caressing the sunny day.
The blue sky, white clouds, and his presence formed a picturesque scene.
It was a shame that the heart of the man in the painting wasn't as beautiful as his appearance.
The fact that he had plagiarized someone else's work gnawed at him like termites, eating away at the facade and biting at my heart.
I maintained a smile and walked towards him, feigning indifference. "Didn't we just see each other yesterday?"
"Do I make you angry again?" He opened the car door for me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I should take the initiative."
"How thoughtful of you," I said, fastening my seatbelt.
He ruffled my hair. "This is the attitude I should have for an apology." Then he
