Sireen’s POV
‘Maybe she’s not here because of me.’ That’s what I think after standing in front of the shop for a minute, watching Elowen contemplate between two flowers. Maybe she’s just here for flowers, so I decide to wait for her to leave before going inside.
“Sireen.” The sound of my name pulls me from my thinking, and when I turn to the entrance door from where it came, Elowen is standing there.
I must have been so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t notice when she saw me and came out. With a forced smile, I greet her and approach.
“Hi, Elowen.”
She has her signature welcoming smile on, but that could just be the calm before she unleashes a storm on me for quitting my day old job via text from an unknown number.
I wear my adult pants and decide to squarely face whatever the cons
