DESMOND
"Maya..." I mumbled in awe and she smiled. There she was, dressed in a white top complimented with a red bomber jacket, a tight fitting black jean and matching heels. Her hair was packed back to it's usual ponytail but she remained as pretty as ever.
"Sorry, Miss Maya." I wriggled my head slightly as I finally peeled my gaze off her.
"I already told you, Mr. Desmond. I'm fine with you calling me by my name." She responded but I smiled in response instead.
"Please come in." I gestured while she nodded. Immediately she sauntered into my compound, her look of awe was evident on her. She admired my home and in a way, it soothed me. At the same time, I wondered why she was here. Perhaps for my birthday but judging from the way she appeared with only a handbag, I couldn't ascertain.
