I am trying to stop myself from saying how much I like him.
“When are you free? I need your time." This is what his voice is like again.
Now, I'm looking in his eyes, straight.
"My time? What are we going to talk about?"
I mean, we are talking right now. Maybe he will say more to me.
It’s not like that I don’t like talking with him. I just didn't want to say anything again. That I might look like a fool again.
“Many things, Ava.”
There were many women on his side so he slammed the door of his car.
"Hey, Jagger. Catch up?" Even at the very least, I saw three women I knew were rich.
"Uh, thanks, Mica, but I have to go home now."
“Oh? Okay. Who's with you?”
She even tried to peek at me so I quickly turned around. Damn!
"Mica, stop." Jagger looks at her da
