Priscilla's pov

In my car, I thought of the things I'd say to Sylvester. I mean, it's been a while and I surely hadn't expected to run into him at a mall. I wanted to go home badly but I couldn't because my conscience won't stop hammering it to me that I owe him something for clearing my bills.

I glanced around the road, in search of a Cafe that could do well for a lunch meeting and glanced at my phone to check the time.

After a while of scanning the area, I finally found one and signaled ...