Arabella's POV
"Are you okay, Ara?" I heard Tyler's question as I looked at the city below us. I felt so special that he would cook dinner for us, and he never failed to fascinate me with his cooking skills; I could tell that Tyler was one hell of a guy. We have already finished eating our delicious meal, and I wash the dishes, and we are currently on the balcony on the second floor sitting on the settee.
"Of course, I am fine. How can I not be happy when once again you provided me food and a roof over my head, and I could tell you are not the heartbreaker of the Perfect Blue Island, but you are an angel from above." I said, and I could see his beautiful smile, and his dimples made me have knots in my stomach.
