The second meeting with William started easier than the first time. I'm less nervous to be in the same room with him.
And I have made myself feel more comfortable as I ditch the couch for the floor.
My back leans on the couch whilst I sit on the floor crossed-legged ungracefully. My mom would have given me a scolding for sitting like this. She will call this unladylike.
I laughed at the thought of that.
"I see you are making yourself feel more at home." I pulled my head up to meet William's eyes.
A smile peck on my lips effortlessly. "Seems like," I shrugged.
"That's a progress." He returned my smile.
"I hope you love Pomegranate juice?" he asked. My eyes fell on the tray he was holding. Two glasses of Pomegranate juice sat atop it
I shrugged. "I'm cool with it." I stretched my hand, he got the clue and handed over a glass to me politely.
I took a sip. He patiently waited for my remarks.
