Jonathan

Rubbing my sweaty palm against my thigh, I ordered for yet another drink in the cake shop.

Why were my lips so dry?. Moreover why was I nervous to meet Ciara's brother.

I'd don on the same outfit I wore for my last interview at Pitt's company. Last night, Ciara had reminded me earlier this morning about her suggestion to her brother that we have our "date" in one of her friends cake shop.

Her brother had agreed to it declaring further that I had to be in the cake shop by ...