Perfectly Casual

IV. Donuts

"Heal, Learn, Grow, Love"

SMIRA'S POV

Gosh, omoo, what was this? Mother fairy! Did my professor just drop me off?

Gosh, why are these butterflies in the stomach flying in my stomach?

He smells so good, manly, devilish, alpha.

Ahh, Smira focus. Shuu. We are not gonna think about your professor in such a way!

Shaking my head I went inside the cake shop. Mishtha sounded dismal over the call. It must be something with the call she had the other day. I don't know why there is something not right with her

Telling myself to ask her when I get there I turn my attention to the shopkeeper; waiting for me to order.

Aaish, he was waiting and I sinned in my thoughts.

"Sorry," I apologize, giving a sheepish smile. The old man waved me off with a chuckle.

He might be in his sixties. The grey and golden hair with matching honey eyes made me feel at ease. It's the vibe he enacts with his calm looks that makes others feel safe and secure.

"It's alright sweetie. Tell me what would you like to eat today?" he asked, his voice deep and heavy; matching his age.

I look down and search for donuts. Mia loves donuts. "I would like to have donuts, Please." he made a sound hum and packed them in a box. Gave him the cash took the handbag from him and waved him goodbye. "Have a nice day Grandpa!" I said.

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"I needed you Smi," Mia said the moment she opened the door. She practically jumped on me, hugging me in a tighy. I cooed her and we both came in.

Her house is something I like after Mia. It's cozy and sweet and cute just like her.
It's a one-bedroom flat. Her home is decorated cutely, with the creamy and lightest shades of pink covering the walls. L-shaped couch at the side of the door with a medium-sized TV in front.

There are not many things that can be seen in her house but the very few things which are there make it look classy yet decent. It suits her personality.

Mia came from the kitchen with a Peach Milkshake in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

"For you!" I said, grinning at her. The moment her eyes fell on the box of donuts. Her face instantly brightens. She squealed and clapped her hands.

"I love you Smi," she says, elation lacing her voice. She kisses my cheek and takes the box from me and hops on the couch to eat.

Her eyes closed enjoying the sweetness of the donut. I giggled at her reaction and let her eat her first donut.

Finally, she's feeling good. I guess!

After a few moments, she came from her high and grinned at me.

"Feeling good?" I asked, hoping that I get the answer that I wanted.

She straightens up her back and sits properly. "You asking me whether I'm okay to tell Why was I sad the other day?" Mia says.

It's something we have in common. We both never ask what happens if either of us is sad or something. We just ask or say random things which is equal to knowing it's time to share.

"It was my stepmom," Mia said, shifting uncomfortably. I know about her, she has told me many times how their relationship is worse than she's with her dad. Her mother died in a car accident. Mishtha was very young when she lost her mom. She never really talked to her dad; she always avoided the topic.