Layla's POV
What is going on?
Hell, I never expected to meet him.
My eyes widened when our eyes met, and the same feeling that I had met him before surfaced, but I still couldn't place a finger on where I had met him.
Maybe he just had one of those familiar faces.
Yeah, that must be it.
I regained my composure and walked closer to the table.
He stood up when I was standing close enough. He extended my hand out to shake me.
I took it with a smile and sat.
"I'm sorry if I acted rude, I just didn't expect to see you. I mean, I just saw you on the cover of a magazine just yesterday." I said, not wanting to look rude.
"Oh no, it's ok," He replied.
"I'm Ezra Reed, pleaded to meet your acquaintance." He greeted.
"I'm Layla Bla- Perez," I replied, glad that he
