GRIFFIN’S POV
Paris is buzzing, even with the f*****g rain. The pharmacy gave me some flue medicine, and I made a quick stop at the shop for chips, sweets. And what a f**k else did she want? Hot chocolate. I grab everything from the counter and made my way to the pay point. The lady at the till glares at me. My hoody is still over my head, so I must look like a f*****g robber to her. I slide my fingers over my hoody to reveal my face and relieve take over her face. I smiled, and she returns it with a bigger smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but it is raining outside.”
“I know, sorry I just had an incident last week. I’m still rattled,” she confesses.
“Were? here in the shop?”
“No, I was walking home.”
“Sorry to hear that.” She glowed. What a f**k am I doing? I never
