Y A S M E E N
"Your home is surprisingly clean," I grin as I dangle my feet off of the edge of the barstool. Marcus rolls his eyes as he turns on the stove. "Do you need something?"
"Yes, I need company. It's Christmas and everything's close. Zara is busy with her husband and I'm dying of hunger and boredom, please save me." I pout.
"So, I'm the last option?" He raises a brow.
"No, you were the first option. Zara was my second option in case you didn't let me in." I giggle.
"I shouldn't have answered the door, then," he states.
"Don't be mean!" I frown. "I know you wanted my company, admit it. I bring the party with me."
"There's nothing to eat, will noodles do okay?" He ignores my comment and asks.
I raise a brow. "You live in one of the most expensive apartments in the city and you don't have anything else?"
