“Hello Samantha,” a familiar voice sounded behind her, making her close her eyes in shock stopping her in the act of rummaging for her house keys. Was her imagination playing tricks with her now, conjuring his voice out of nowhere?
Almost afraid to turn, she clutched her bag close to her heart, her frail frame trembling as she faced the man who had haunted her dreams for far too long. Now, seeing him so near, she drank in his features with peripatetic eyes running inside the socket all over his face.
Not one characteristic made him conspicuously handsome, but he had the kind of face that would stop one person right in his tracks, for the simple need to admire him. For a man, it seemed he was unaware of his magnetism despite the sudden pauses whenever somebody happene
