"So are you going to stare at me all day or answer me?!"...Amilia had a thick accent almost bengali or indian i found that weird..i didnt bother to answer her.. better yet even look at her i continued on to the road.
"My name is Jason diegô santos, and thats all you need to know." .....i slowed my driving and i pulled into the back of my beach house the only beach house i have here in brazil 1 hour out side of Rio DeJaneiro i parked and got out of the truck and closed the door behind me.
I walked around her and open her door....and began to walk towards the house she followed i went in the kitchen and started pulling out foods to cook, i figuerd i might as well try to be nice especially since she knows so much i dont want her to snitch when she comes across the police..
AMILIA'S POV: man i should've put up a fight with him...even though i would've lost, argh he's so tall and good looking big arms and a nice facial cut and hair cut as well, his skin is carmel colored his eyes man they were hazel like fire...ughhhh i cant keep thinking of him like this i thought about him the whole way here...this beach house is amazing it must've cost him thousands this amazing view with no one around but us man...
"why are you looking like you saw jesus?" Jason inturupted my train of thought. .., "no its just this, all of this is so beautiful how did you get this this must've cost you a fortune. "......i looked at him with serious wonder.
