Crap! I'm running late for work yet again. I quickly climbed out of my comfortable bed and hurried into the bathroom, where I had a fast shower before dressing up in formal attire. Before applying makeup, I immediately threw my hair into a messy bun. I wore my high heels. With a brief glance in the mirror, I took my purse and walked out of my flat.
I skipped breakfast and walked to the bus stop. The bus drove away in front of my eyes before I even got to the bus stop. I granted in irritation. I should've arrived 5 minutes earlier. Now I blame myself for staying up late watching a movie. I was standing in queue for the next bus when a familiar car pulled in front of me. He rolled down the window and looked at me with his brown eyes.
"Come in," he says. I huff and cross my arms across my
