"Imagine being a hot CEO of one of the biggest interior designing companies in NYC and still single, how does that sound Kavinsky?" asked the person with an ugly mischievous smirk on his face.
"Sounds like a hot man enjoying his single successful life without being involved in some cringe and useless activities which are normalised by our generation these days" I replied returning back that mischievous smirk to him.
His smirk got replaced with an annoyed expression obviously annoyed by my response.
"Never in my 28 years of life have I seen a man who hates relationships and commitments as much as you do" he said while sipping his coffee.
"Well Mr.Ryan Baldwin, just so you know real men are very rare in this world."
Sitting in the Frisson Expresso near Times Square, me and the person with whom I've spent almost everyday since University are having the most puerile conversation anyone could ever have.
"Relationships and Commitments." Just the thought of these two words makes me think how two people become so invested in each other that they decide to spend an eternity with one another without giving it a second thought. These thoughts always tend to jerk out my mind the second I think about them.
"It's already 2 pm, almost half an hour past lunch time, you better get your ass up out of here or else you'll have to book your own cab to the office Baldwin" I said to my not so tensed friend who looked so chilled as if he doesn't have a meeting with an overseas company in 20 minutes.
Finally the look of realisation hit his face when he saw the time on his phone. "Shit! The freaking meeting!"- he screamed and ran out to get into the car. While I move towards the counter to pay the bill.
Walking away from the counter after paying the bill, my body was pushed back to one of the walls in the corner when a short fragile figure bumped into my chest. She looked up and the whole fucking world stopped right there.
Those blonde messy hairs flying across her face making her look like a goddess, hazel emerald eyes which were staring widely at my soul, and her small hands on my chest where my heart was beating like it is the last freaking chance it will get to beat in this lifetime.
"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?"
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Our Designed Love
RomansaSHYLA GILBERT: The blonde haired girl whose basic principle in life is kindness. Coming all the way to New York, her only dream was to become a successful fashion designer one day. But her life took a different turn during her vacation to Bali. A pa...
