Oceans Apart

Chapter 1

[Prisilla]

Two weeks later...

"Thanks for walking me to work," She flirts, hoping that her smile will distract him from the fact that she doesn't know his name. Caramel skin and dark brown eyes all wrapped in one mouth full of a man but he's just not her type. Still, he's been trying hard to get her attention and it seemed like a shame not to at least give him a chance.

"Any time sweetheart," he flashes her a million watt smile.

Sweetheart? Seriously? Could you be any less original?

Pri does a mental eye roll that doesn't register on her features as she masks it all with a girlish giggle. She takes the one step that separates the curb from the entrance to the small dental clinic and is suddenly head to head with him. Keeping up her act, Pri leans into the model like specimen and plants the lightest of kisses on his cheek. He smirks but it does very little to hide the blush that tints his skin.

"Goodbye." She winks before sauntering into the sanitary building. As soon as the glass door swings shut behind her she breathes out a sigh of relief.

One of these days I should really just let myself be a bitch.

She thinks to herself as she walks to the reception to sign in. It's not that she's a player (though with the shameless way in which the boys buzz around her it wouldn't be all that hard) she's just overly nice and can't bring herself to break their hopeful spirits unless they've done something to rub her the wrong way.

Innocent until proven guilty and the sort.

"Hey Pri," her colleague, Maya, greets with her row of perfectly white teeth on display. The people in charge definitely know what they're doing. Maya isn't just a brilliant receptionist but her Colgate ad smile serves as free advertisement.

"Morning Maya, do I have anyone waiting for me?" Pri asks as Maya hands her the clipboard with the sign-in sheet and the pen she used.

"Yeah, one person but you're probably not gonna like who." Maya warns and Pri groans, familiar with the routine. She steps out of the reception area into the waiting room and finds her hell-on-earth flipping through a magazine with his ankle crossed over his knee and a casually cool demeanour.

He looks up when he hears her come in and flashes that smile that once made her knee's weak but now makes her stomach churn with disgust. Adorable dimples pop up on his cheeks and the smile brightens his brown eyes. His skin of dark chocolate is smooth around his chiselled jawline and despite his apparent perfection she scowls at the sight.

Can't the men around here take a hint?!

She screams internally as she walks towards him with little effort to hide her displeasure with his presence.

"Hey flower girl," he flirts and chills creep down her spine (not the good kind).

"First of all I've already told you not to call me that and second I know you did your control appointment last week so what are you doing here?" she gets straight to the point. Her arms fold over her chest defiantly and her hip juts out enough to make a point. Her entire posture screams PISSED but he keeps the obnoxious smile on his face, annoying her further.

"You were off last week Pri, I didn't get to see you," He says while raising the back of his hand to her cheek but she turns away from his touch pointedly.

"It's Prisilla thank you very much and it nauseates me to simply breathe the same air as you so do us all a favour and just stop trying to push your luck, just leave me alone." She says keeping her voice as even as she can but injecting it with enough attitude to get her point across.