Unnamed [18+]

Shest'

|Sybella Fiori|
|3 months later|

"Hi, bubba bear!" I said overjoyed, walking into Nicolas' office.

Disclaimer: Every feeling I show for Nicolas is fake, except for anger and disgust.

"Mon amour," he put down his pen and got up on his feet as he opened his arms for me to hug him.

(My love)

My arms immediately laced around his torso; it's hard closing my eyes and imagining somebody else since his cologne is disgustingly strong. It's not from any brand in particular, he goes to a place where they make you your own perfume and I've been there with him since he decided to gift me one; mine has a really mild vanilla scent which I love, the person who owns and runs the place is talented AND he hates Nicolas choice of scent. He told me himself. What a nice old man.

"Where are we going for lunch?" my eyes gazed up at him.

"Septime," he replied.

"We've never been there, right?" I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I have," the man tickled my back. "It's plant-focused."

When is this man going to take me to have a juicy piece of stake? Never. Sometimes I feel like he wants us to have lunch every day so he can control whatever I eat. He's that kind of man. Most times he makes a comment on what I wear. It's March and it's still cold, I'm wearing a black coat over my black turtleneck sweater, a black pleated checked tweed mini skirt, black opaque hosiery and knee-high leather platform boots. This is one of the few outfits of Hazel that I like. And the mini-Kelly Hermès bag is sort of a signature of Hazel's fashion — one of the few elements I adore.