In a building, just at the side of a busy street, where hundreds of pedestrians were crossing, and a car stopped, waiting for the timer and turned it red, Maverick, in a gray corporate attire, rotated her swivel chair facing in front of his table, not to the glass windows and watched the busy street. His mind was floating in the air as he was mesmerized by the memories, which included Daphne and others. His feelings unusually hit him.
"Darling, what were you thinking, huh?" asked the woman who had arrived. "Were you thinking about me?"
The reality hit Maverick so hard that he blinked a few times, seeing a sexy and elegant woman. Everything with that woman was what he desired back then.
"Not this time. I was not in the mood," said Maverick despite how his feelings balanced. It wa
