Blake’s POV
Just when I pulled over in front of Wams Burger, I spotted a familiar car. It was a Sedan Nissan, it was painted with metallic red. It has been a year since I saw this car. Perhaps, its owner returned home earlier than usual. When I entered Wam’s Burger, as usual it's packed with teenagers. The cheerleaders are seated on the left side from the entrance door, they gave me a wave and a flirtatious smile. I ignored them. I don’t have the f*****g energy to flirt to any of them since it’s useless, for I have f**k all of them already.
By the time I reached the counter so I could order my all time favorite burger then someone tagged my arm, when I turned my head. Ysabelle was smiling at me. I swallowed the vile in my throat.
“Hey,” I said. My voice came out small. For the first tim
