After our tea, Miya and I went to her backyard. The atmosphere was awkward so I tried asking Miya about her hobbies.
"I like writing." she said.
"Oh yea you told me you were an author. What kind of books do you write?"
"I write fiction and poetry".
"That's amazing, I would love to read them".
She looked unsure and said,"Sure maybe"
It sounded as though she didn't want to so I said,"You don't have to if you don't want to-"
Before I could finish my sentence a strange looking man approached us. I wasn't sure if he was another butler or maybe he was a gardener.
"Dad, you're back." Miya said.
I was sorely mistaken, turns out this guy was her Dad. If you asked me, I expected him to be dressed like a CEO or something. But then again who am I to know how rich people should wear I can't even afford half of what he owns.
When he got closer I noticed how Miya started to move behind me. Was she afraid or was I just being peranoid?
I also noticed how drunk he looked. Maybe I was just seeing things. It has been a long day so there's a huge chance I'm only seeing things.
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Finding Her
Teen FictionMax is a high schooler trying to make some extra cash at a cafe near school. Everyday a beautiful, quiet writer orders the same coffee as she types her book. Max finds himself falling for her but he doesn't even know her name. Will she ever be his...
