Maya groaned loudly as she sat lazily in the couch. "I have never been out for shopping this long," she said taking off her sandals. A maid immediately brought two glasses of orange juice on a tray.
"Oh my God thank you so much. I really needed this." Maya said taking one of the glass. Damian shook his head when he was offered a glass drawing Maya's attention.
"Why?" She said with a slight frown.
"Not a fan of orange juice," Damian replied getting up. "Gotta run," he said glancing at his watch.
Maya looked at him and smiled at how casual he was behaving. He has been behaving like this since his grandfather scolded him. Did he really have a change of heart?
'Was he pretending for the sake of his grandfather?'Maya thought but shook her head slightly. There was no way he was pretending because everything he was doing looked and felt real.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Damian asked, breaking her chain of thoughts.
