Isabella..My Story

Palm Wine (twenty-two)

PLS MAKE ME SMILE BY CLICKING THE STAR AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SCREEN THANKS

The first floor was an absolute beauty.  

Over the top appliances and equipments .

State of the art didnt even begin to cut it

22nd century computer designs would be the best way to describe Stans technologic guru

This was home, paradisio to tech freaks

Gleaming equipment everywhere

'well who knew uncle Stan had an eye for such beauties' I sneered

Dr Beige chuckled giving ,giving me time to take it all in

'You ok kid?' she asked, concerned 

'yeah sure' i shook my head trying to clear the fog in my head.

'So this is the first floor as you can see, We call the store room for the engineering dept' she says

'thats where the elevator stopped us anyways' she mutters

'Follow me please' she signals for me to step out of the smartelevator

'this is where all appliances and equipments are made, we hardly import any of our devices and equipments, theyre all homemade' says Dr Beige

'wow'

'Yes ,our equipments are nothing short of wow' a french man uttered behind me. 

Turning to see who the new comer was i almost bumped into the person

'Whoops ! careful there young lady, didnt mean to startle you' he apologized, his accent become a bit more pronounced as he came closer

'thanks' i muttered a bit embrrased from my fall

'i'm Isabella by the the way' I grinned ,stretching out my hand for a shake as i stared at the French mans piercing cerulean blue eyes. But that wasnt the only good thing about him, his looks as well as his manners.

He had a Roman nose like he had broken a perfectly straight nose one time too many

and his jaw was slightly crooked 'not as bad as that of Scott from teen wolf' I mused to myself 

'pardon me milady' He curtsied a bit 'you have African roots i presume?

That startled me since no one ever paid much attention to my slightly darker than caramel skin tone and almost afro looking locks. I still had a question about my heritage but that never really bothered me for some reason.

'u-uhm I gue-'

'Monsieur Javier' Dr beige rescued me from stammering an answer about my skin color

'how delightful of you to join us today' she pinned him with a stare

'Ah dont mind my rudeness my beloved Dr, I was a bit taken by this radiant beauty beside you that graces our floor' ,  'I agree its been quite a while since we met, nevertheless you still look as radiant as ever'

'a flirt' I snorted mentally

' Javier here is the head of this division' Dr Beige directed her attention to me once more

'Oh, figures'

'So to what do we owe this visit ma'am'

'well I was just showing Isabella here around our building'

'Oh, is she a new staff?' he inquired out of curiosity

'uhm no, shes one of Stan's' 

'Oh , the highly favored ,most talked about lab rat, your reputation preceeds you milady' he curtsied again

'Thats enough Javier, youre making the poor lass uncomfortable in her own skin' another voice joined us

'Good day ladies , im Matthews, This dorks  assistant' he nudged Javier playfully

'hello' i nodded back

'Mr matthew , good to see you' Dr Beige shook his hand

'Good to see you too Doc'

'if you'll excuse us we'd like to complete our tour ' she yanked my albeit a bit too hard , i shot her a questioning look which she ignored.

'alright then we'll leave you two too it, call us if you need anything' Matthews added, he seemed more friendly

'sure thanks'

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DIMITRIS POV

I had to go clear my head for a while 

Taking a cold shower wasnt enough, i probably needed to sleep for weeks , this last job took a toll on me

' you really do have a thing for her, all these while I thought the rumors were not true'

I swiveled my head to the direction of the voice to see my bestfriend walk into my room

'that was an excellent performance you put up out there ' he studies the frontcover of timeswatch on my coffee table "Wait till your dad hears about it, now i dont think he'd be so happy about it will he"

'I dont care what Stan has to say , he should learn to tell his dogs to keep their damn hands to themselves nexttime' I growled walking over to the closet to pick a shirt.

'shes feisty though' I hear him mutter to himself

I stomp outside and shoot him a glare

He bursts into laughter putting his arms up in an old fashioned 'i surrender' manner " dont worry, shes all yours"