IVOR
"you're smiling like a freak."
Peter was mopping the floors while I took a break to sit on one of the chairs to check whom the small beep of a message came from. It was from Dana, a follow up on the price of the macchiato I sent to her office.
I replied with a picture of the receipt and waited for her reply. Just looking at her name on my phone is surreal. Who would've thought the Lady Tycoon herself would message me? I'm still utterly starstruck with the thought that she and I had exchanged conversations more than once. It was an amazing moment for me, though it may mean nothing to her.
Three minutes and there was no reply that came.
