Asher never expected that he'd end up seeing Irish this way.
It all started when they talked the other night. He didn't see it coming - that good side she showed him. Since then, he unconsciously began wanting to know her more.
Perhaps, it's because they have a few similarities now.
But then, suddenly, there was a wall, and Asher wished he had the sledgehammer to knock it down. Irish is avoiding him these days for some reason, which he gets to notice more and more whenever they see each other.
"Can you just get Charles to swing by my place on his way from dropping you wherever it is you're going?" Irish asked, sounding a little desperate.
"Hey, what's wrong? It's unlike you to plead this much. You got a thing on him or what?" Asher teased mirthlessly.
He heard a huff and a puff from the other side of the phone. It seemed like some kind of a struggle. Now, he is getting more curious.
"Fine..." she said at last.
