Roses And Guns

2

"Of course, I knew him. Don't tell this to Zoey." The guy, yes, Ryan, I left him immediately after the celebration ended and joined Serena.

"Wanna go with me to the bar?" She smirked at me. Indeed, she hadn't been going to club after she married and in one chance she could walk there with her slippers, if offered.

"Nope, I don't wanna get back to boys again, Serena."

Her choice of boys?

She always picked up the choco chips from the cookie.

"Yah! You wanna get married to a boy, chosen by your mom and dad? That typical arrange marriage thing?"

"No, but, like literally, I hate guys always talking to impress you. I call them fake. "

She rolled her eyes.

"Just go to your meeting, girl. You might snatch a guy there." She kissed me goodbye, before I left wearing my professional outfit.

A shade of red lipstick does all good. That's what my sister had said me while growing up. And this time too, I had put my red lipstick on, brushed my skirt and entered the meeting in which I was five minutes late for the first time.

You would definitely anticipate your boss showing you a serious face, eyes glaring at you in these situations. But, my boss, Mr. Miller had always kept a smiling face to me, and patted my shoulders when I got him to profit scenes. And maybe that's why, when I knocked the door, and peaked in, Mr Miller nodded his head for a second and let me in.

My assistant, Ava, looked at me, the seat beside her empty.

I inhaled, she whispered to me, "You are lucky, girl. He didn't say a word." And we looked back at him, clutching the pen, keeping our mind clear to get his plans into our minds.

A complex man.

I had whispered to myself, after listening to his plans for two hours.

Before he left, he murmured to me, picking up his files,"Don't be late next time."

"So, say me one thing, aren't single moms cool?" Ava clicked her tongue, swirling the pen on her fingers, swiftly.

"Yes, they are. Why?" I replied.

"My mom said, I should look for a guy for Isabella. She thinks I can't handle her alone." And, Isabella was her 5 months daughter. It was an accident at a bar, she regularly went to. But, she chose to keep the baby after she revealed she was carrying Isabella, to her parents. They allowed, and the grey eyed sweet girl was welcomed by everyone, just like her mom.

"You don't need one, Ava. You can handle her alone until you feel stressed. Yes and about her dad, well, I think your mom is worried. But it's okay, these things happen and I'm sure, she'll get used to it." We could leave the office now. It was already a Sunday, but we had to attend this meeting at any cost. And now, it's done, so I could now just dream of my fluffy bed.

"Yeah. By the way, how was your Saturday with your mom?" Our heels clicked on the floors, as we walked towards the parking lot.

"Nope, not a good one. She said me to get married." My mom, I don't why, always dreamt of me getting married by the time she could walk alone without any support. She thought, people at her age could die at any moment, specially after her bus met a small accident months ago. Also, she feared  after my sister once flirted with a pizza guy in front of her. She still thinks she has a relationship with that guy.

Anyways, so that was the reason, she always asked me and my sister to find a man with potential. And, as usual, I had replied the same, "Boys, these days are pervert, mom."