Amal bumped into her. "What is it, Myra? Why aren't you moving forward?"
Myra blinked, still staring at the car.
Just as she took a few steps forward, Peter walked out of the boutique, speaking to someone on the phone.
Myra's jaw dropped.
It was really his car and he was really the one.
He disconnected the call and was about to head back in when their eyes met and held.
Peter froze, mouth hanging as she made her way to him. "Hi, Peter."
"Myra? What're you doing here?" He asked, his eyes darting.
"I should be asking you the same question. You said you were having a business meeting?"
"Well, yeah," Peter said, his gaze flitting over to Amal behind her.
"Then, speak up! Why the hell are you here instead?" Amal pinned him with a cold gaze.
Peter ran trembling hands through his hair. "I_," he fumbled for word, "I actually closed up the deal on time, Myra. I never knew we would finish that early."
