“YOU know that I freaking hate you, right?” I crossed my hands as I whisked while looking at Drake who was peacefully walking beside me. “But, what the hell? Why are you still smiling? And who told you to stare at me, huh? Do you want me to pluck your eyebrows?”
It irritates me a lot since I am showing him how frustrated I am now, but this guy… even has the guts to drink his coffee while smirking at me, like I was a clown in the park or something!
“Why would you pluck my eyebrows? I thought that you liked how thick it was.” He raised his eyebrows as he laughed. He also stopped walking, and I don’t know why I stopped walking, too. Does he have an invisible magnet with him? “Don’t be mad, baby. I know that you don’t like this mall and our CEO as well, but don’t you worry, he might not be h
