Liliana Haven Warner’s Point of View
Fast Like Flash
Von and I just spoke in our telephones when after five minutes, he was already here.
The cold weather today made me shiver. And seeing the man in front without jackets on made me wonder where did those coat went.
“Why aren’t you wearing jacket?” I inquired.
His eyes drifted on his body. “I’m in a hurry. I forgot to bring one.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’ll just buy a food and wait me here,” she outspoken.
“I’ll come with you,” he told me.
Here we are again, walking outside the hospital like the last time we fought just to buy food because I’m hungry.
As I was walking down the streets with him, he spoke.
“How’s your review doing?” he asked, walking with me.
I scold. “Good.”
“I’ll help you.”
“You’re busy. I can ma
