My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me.
Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off.
His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched of...
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Dakota Black
"So, how have you been?" I ask Emara, pretending not to notice the eye roll she threw my way.
Honestly, I am too happy to care!
I am seeing her after months, and the sheer joy of holding her so close to me that I can clearly see every hair of her spider-leg lashes is unbelievable.
Even her dark circles look adorable on her.
"Uh, great! Graduating, moving on, and living my best life you know." She replies nonchalantly.
I feel a squeeze in my chest at 'moving on' but seeing how cheery and confident she looks, it somehow makes me feel warm from inside.
"That's good to hear." I say, genuinely meaning it.
The girl I met at the party was a shy, timid fresher and now here she is, graduating with her fierce boldness.
"I feel so proud of you, Emara." I say, from the bottom of my beating heart.
"Listen, can I get my degree? Coz there is a line behind me and you have got like a hundred handshakes awaiting." She snaps at me and I glance behind her to see the line which I don't give a fuck about.
They can wait!
I waited fucking months for this moment, so a few extra minutes won't kill them.
"Of course." I force a smile, before reluctantly leaving her hand.
The moment I let go, my hands instantly mourn remembering the heavenly feeling of her soft touch.
They missed her too.
As I was about to hand her the degree, I observe a slight contrast between the two siblings. "You and Ethan both have different middle names?"
"Yeah, right Sherlock!" She taunts in a saucy tone.
I smile.
God! I love hearing her voice.
"So what does S stands for in your name?" And ask her with the curiosity of a cat.
There are so many things I don't know about her!
"It's Spaghetti.." She fires back with all her sass and I couldn't help but smirk like an idiot.
Right there! That's the Emara I fell for.
"Well then, you deserve it.." I hand her the degree, unable to hide my own grin, "Emara Spaghetti Stone."
She tries not to roll her eyes and turns towards the camera.
Once again we pose for a picture, but this time my chest tightens, because I know she is going to walk away from me now.
And I am not ready to let her go, even if I want to.
