"Thank you I loved your poems. Both of them"
"What do you mean by both" I asked, with a puzzled look on my face.
"The poem that Mike read to me? I knew that it was you, you're the only who can actually write a poem, anyway"
"Oh" was the only that I can barely say, embarrassed; my face turned red.
"Again, I'm sorry" I said as a reply but immediately regretting it afterwards.
"No need to say sorry, I loved it! No one had ever wrote me a poem before" she says, her face beaming.
Just then, her phone rings.
"I've got to go, maybe you can come around tomorrow at 4? I can't wait for this project to start"
"Sure, I'll be there. Stay safe okay?"
"I will, you too" and she walked out from the door.
