When I got inside the living room, an unfamiliar man was sitting on the couch. With very elegant movements, he sipped his tea or coffee or whatever as if he was a member of a Royal Family.
I was now more confused. “Astra, do you know him?” Elsie asked me, her tone sounding expectant.
I had no idea who the man was judging the way he dressed— fancy black pants, white shirt and on top, a multicolored jacket, he must be related to the entertainment industry. After all, the creativity was like this.
I shook my head as I gazed at the man who made a hurtful face when I declined.
“Oh my! That's very hurtful, little girl” he said, shedding fake tears.
“That's fine,” Elsie said, waving her hand to the man to stop with his drama, “He is Josie Harper, a fashion designer.”
Oh my God! He was Jo
