I saw him.
I saw her.
His eyes...
Her eyes...
God, he is so handsome.
She is beautiful.
No, I am not thinking straight. He looks old, he may be even 30. But he is really handsome. I need to stop.
I need to chill. She really is pretty but I have work to do and no time for this shit.
I don't even know his name. If my friends knew about this, they would probably laugh. A total stranger and still sitting in my head all day.
How do I get to know her? Asking her would be too unprofessional of me. How can I even be like this, I have so much job and this is a stupid distraction.
Why am I still thinking of you?
YOU ARE READING
The View From His Window
RomanceA holiday in Croatia. Beautiful island, beaches and three friends, enjoying their vacation. Lyubov never thought that this holiday will make her fall in love with a man who she sees everyday passing by a place where he works at. She knew nothing abo...
