Emily
“Damn! Mr Gregory deserves a treat for being good today.” I squealed as I was about to leave the graphics house.
Work had closed earlier than I expected, which was a rare gift. As I stepped out of the graphics house, the crisp evening breeze kissed my skin.
Mera had already let loose her dark brown hair. She usually tied it into a bun when working.
“So, who’s the handsome man with the chestnut brown hair and the sturdy build?” she asked, nudging me with her elbow.
I frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”
Mera rolled her eyes dramatically. “Don’t play dumb, Em. That well built, not so tall but drop dead gorgeous man who walked in here earlier. He asked about you.”
My mind raced to connect her words to a face, but I couldn’t think of anyone who fit the description. The
