Hearts On The Highrise

Chapter 71 : breaking walls

"Charlotte, just... be careful with your heart," Davika finally spoke, her voice soft but laden with concern.

Before I could reassure her, Davika left without waiting for an answer, disappointment evident in her retreating silhouette. My instinct was to pursue her, to try to explain further, to ease her worries, but before I could take a step, Engfa's hand slipped into mine, anchoring me in the present moment. I turned to look at her, finding comfort in her steady gaze.

Just as the moment with Davika was fading, the sound of a car pulling up to the curb caught our attention. Engfa's driver had arrived. With a light touch of her hand, Engfa guided me to the waiting vehicle.

"Let's go," she said softly. With a nod, I followed her lead, slipping into the backseat of the car beside her.

As we drove along in silence, I glanced at Engfa, who was sitting next to me, lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the landscape outside the window. Sensing her quiet contemplation, I reached out and took her hand gently in mine, drawing closer to her and resting my head against her shoulder.

Soon, the car came to a stop outside a quaint flower shop, and we both stepped out onto the sidewalk. As Engfa approached the entrance, a smile spread across the face of the elderly woman behind the counter, her eyes lighting up with recognition at the sight of Engfa.

Without hesitation, Engfa enveloped the woman in a warm embrace, the familiarity between them evident in the affectionate way they greeted each other.

As the older woman pulled away from the embrace, her eyes turned to me, curiosity sparkling deep inside. With a gentle smile, she addressed Engfa, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "Is this the girl you were trying to win back?"

Engfa's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, a shy smile gracing her lips as she scratched the back of her neck nervously.

Turning towards me, she cleared her throat before speaking, her voice tinged with a touch of embarrassment. "Uh, yes, this is Charlotte," she stammered, gesturing towards me with a slight tilt of her head. "Charlotte, meet Mrs. Jenkins, a dear friend."

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at Engfa's adorable display of shyness, feeling a surge of affection welling up inside me as I reached out to shake Mrs. Jenkins' hand. "It's lovely to meet you, Mrs. Jenkins," I said warmly, my smile mirroring Engfa's as we stood together.

Mrs. Jenkins returned our smiles with a warm and knowing nod. "Likewise, dear," she said.

Engfa turned back to her with a gentle smile. "Could we please have a bouquet of flowers for a friend who's in the hospital?" she asked, her voice filled with compassion.

Mrs. Jenkins nodded understandingly, her expression softening with sympathy. "Of course, dear," she replied, moving gracefully to gather an assortment of vibrant blooms.

As she busied herself with crafting the bouquet, Engfa's phone chimed with a familiar ringtone. With a soft touch to the small of my back, Engfa wordlessly indicated that she needed to step outside to take the call, leaving me alone with Mrs. Jenkins.

As Engfa slipped out of the flower shop, I found myself engaged in a pleasant conversation with Mrs. Jenkins, sharing stories of love, loss, and the healing power of flowers.

"You know, she nearly cleaned out my entire shop with all the flowers she's bought for you," she remarked with a knowing smile. Blushing at her observation, I found myself at a loss for words.

"You're a lucky young lady to have someone like her in your life," she said kindly, her tone gentle yet firm. "It's clear to see that she cares for you deeply."