Ava sat on a bench outside the busy streets of New York, a small book in her hands. The sun was warm on her face but she stopped reading when a shadow fell across her page. Adam.
He grinned that usual annoying grin. Of course he’s here to disturb me again, she thought.
“What did I ever do to deserve this constant torment?” she said, closing the book with a laugh.
“I came with something important,” Adam said, sounding fake-serious. “To ask for your hand in marriage.”
Ava raised her brows, eyes shining with amusement. “Please. I don’t do broke guys.”
Adam smirked. “Do you even know who I am? Adam Manchester, CEO ....”
“Yes yes,” she cut in, waving him off. “I’ve heard that speech too many times.”
He leaned closer, smiling. “So what do you say?”
“Still no,” she said and burst out laug
