Blair's POV
Eric placed my orders on the counter desk. It is supported by a thick paper material that holds both the plastics cup. I thanked him before grabbing my orders and made my way to the exit as fast as possible.
“Hey Blair,” A feminine voice calls out to me, that only belongs to Ysabella Ford. She is the only person who calls me that way.
I stop on my tracks and slowly turned with a wide smile to greet them. Blake didn’t even turned to look at me as I slowly walk towards them with all the courage I have in myself. The more I try to avoid them, the more destiny is trying to pull some sick jokes on me. What have I done to deserve this crap? When I reached them, Ysabella was wearing a thick red camisole with a pair of faded jeans. Which makes me look at the cold weather
