Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"We don't meet people by accident. Everyone is meant to crass our path for a reason."
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Ash's P.O.V.
"Ed?" I whispered under my breath. I was awestruck. So, was he. But why him? Before sitting down Jonathan had said something. It felt as if he had said "Candice".
"Huh?" I said in a rather shocking way.
"Ohh! Umm... Candies I mean. Such a big jar of uh... candies?"
"Oh. They are stress-busters. Not doing great today. That's why I had to call you like that on such a short notice. Sorry for that."
What was I thinking? Not everyone is like me
"No. It's okay. I understand. Health first." He smiled at me kindly and I wanted to smile back, but the wrinkles on my forehead didn't show any sort of kindness or gratitude. Well, it is obvious.I mean, wasn't Jonathan the 'Ed' in my dream? I am sure he was. How could I possibly imagine a face I had never seen before. This cannot be a coincidence.
"Jonathan Hunt." He brought his hand forward, breaking the ice.
"Ashleigh Bradbury, Manager of LUMA Times Square, and if you are lucky enough, your boss." I said, giving a formal approach and shaking his hand. When I touched his hand, all of a sudden, I was just lost in his comfort. His hand gave me warmth, and his touch gave me a feeling I had never had before.
"Lucky to work in LUMA or lucky that a rather beautiful and attractive young woman is going to be my boss?" He chuckled.
"No. I mean, lucky enough to be hired." I laughed. There have been many flirtatious boys I ran into, but I have never bothered myself with them. Jonathan had been different; and handsome, ever since I had seen him in my dreams as "Ed".
"Lucky enough to be hired by an attractive young woman, with a smile, which when touches her deep blue eyes, adds to her seemingly beautiful face, which can drive men crazy." He flirted again. Oh god!
I could say nothing. I just blushed. Although, I realized he was a big flirt, who was not gonna give up on me so soon, every syllable he spoke, felt as if somewhere deep inside he was telling me that, 'You are just safe. I have no intentions of bringing any sort of discomfort to you.' And I have no idea why I felt so.
"Ahem! I am really sorry. Sometimes, I just lose control over my tongue. Excuse me for that ma'am." He said formally, realizing that he was here for an interview and not on a date with me.
Now, I had to show some kindness. Really though?
"No. It's okay. I am not an experienced or professional interviewer anyways. So, don't really bother. " Guess I shouldn't have said that.
