Chapter 15
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She was in a trance. That face. He looks so familiar. Where have I seen him before...? Or have I? And how does he know me? Why do I feel I already know him?
She was so lost in her own world she hardly notice she had already entered her house. She had not noticed her father talking to her and had walked straight past him. She went straight to her room and closed the door. Sitting on the bed, she thought about those hazel eyes...that million - dollar smile.. She smiled to herself thinking about that stranger when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Angel! Are you alright? "
Angela shook her head and hurried to the door. She saw the worried face of her father before her.
"Angela Phile Alexander! Are you OK? What happened? Why aren't you telling me anything? Speak up! You..hmhmp."
His mouth was covered by his daughter.
"Will you let me talk dad? How do you expect me to answer if you keep asking questions?", she asked, clearly annoyed.
Alex glared at her.
"Talk."
"It's nothing dad. I was just.. Uhm.. Thinking about what to cook for dinner. "
"Angel, don't even try."
"What dad? Making dinner?"
He smacked her head.
"Don't even think about lying. Remember I'm your father, it's not the other way around."
"I...I just met someone on my way home."
Alex waited patiently for her to elaborate. She just kept staring into space.
"Well?"
"Well what dad?"
Alex glared at her again.
"So what happened when you met him?"
"I don't know dad.. I haven't seen him before.. Or maybe I have.. But I felt some sort of connection with him.. And he even called me by my name.."
"Oh was he handsome?"
"Yes dad.. Breathtaking... I.. Wait, what? I don't know.. Handsome my foot.. I don't notice men like that.. I'm going to cook dinner.
Alex stared at her retreating figure. It was not like his daughter to behave so.
He smiled and thought to himself, this is interesting.
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