They could not believe their eyes. He was well dressed in a navy blue suit piece with his shirt unbuttoned revealing a bit of his chest. His hair pushed back let his face structure be at display and let his feature shine.
"You look..." Pat couldn't find the words as her mouth goes dry.
"Handsome" His jawline tighten as he purses his thin lips.
Her stares travel from his lips to his glistening skin. She wishes to place her warm hands on his cheeks and propel his face to her lips. Oh, it would feel so good.
"Aren't you a gate crashed, sitting on an uninvited table" Chantel takes the napkin and place it on her lap with a pouty face.
She quickly moved her stares from his handsome face because he reminded her of the other copy which she doesn't wish to see. Her chest contract. Maybe she would want to see him, that's it, nothing more than that. She gasps for air. Why is she thinking of him right now, foolish of her?
