Cirilla's point of view
"Pretty pretty please" I dared not looking at her. Especially when she had her adorable puppy dog eyes on display. I didn't need anything that will alter my decision.
"I'm sorry Lyra. I have a heap of things to do tonight" I lied smoothly. Hoping she doesn't prod any deeper. I literally had nothing to do after my shift at the gym. I chose today as my weekly day off from the bar. But there was no way I will be attending the party to celebrate her brother's return back home.
"But you don't have to work at the bar tonight" Her pleading voice reminded. I mentally groaned in frustration, wishing I never chose today as my day off. It would have been much easier if I actually had to work today. I finally turned to her. Her brown wavy hair dangling at both sides of her
