"Let's have a date"
He welcomed me when I returned home, almost shocked and exhausted like any other girl could be after an encounter with the two most freaking people who had entered my life in the most wierdest time, and place.
"A date?"
"I'm tired ...", I wanted to screech, but my lips were pursed. So many questions ran through my head. What I had heard, was it real?
It seemed so, didn't it?
It all felt real.
"You look tired..", his excitement died down a bit as he held my hand, taking me inside. The dining table was flushed in food.
Delivery food. He wasn't so good in cooking as I thought.
"Not my fault is what he marked when I mentioned that. I always had assistants."
What he next said is a cringe flirt, which I don't wanna talk about now, Ahem!
Anyway, what was this? Was t
