chapter 8

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~5 years ago~

Myrah was standing confused in front of this man who suddenly just appeared at her apartment.

Not that it's creepy at all. Myrah thought sarcastically.

She asked him a question but he seemed to not be in the mood of answering.

"Hello! I asked something?" Myrah waved her hands in front of his face.

"Let me sit down first." Armando said and seated himself as if he was a king of some sort and sprawled his hand on the back of the couch.

"Oh! Please take a seat. I'll feel uncomfortable if I sit down and you, you know...stand up." Armando said.

"Yeah right." Myrah resisted to roll her eyes at this greek god looking man.

"Now, would you allow yourself to tell me why you are here? If I did not know you were Armando Argento I would surely think you are some crazy stalker but I think you've got better things to do in your life." Myrah said in a sweet way. A little too sweet.

"Can I get some water?" Armando simply asked, ignoring her ranting.

This time Myrah did roll her eyes and forced a smile.

"Sure. Of course." She said as she got up and went in the kitchen.

She first checked on her brownies that were perfectly baked and took them out of the oven.

she placed them on the counter to let it cool down and poured the great Armando a glass of water.

This man was really getting on her nerves.

"They look good!" Myrah jumped from her place and some water splashed on the floor from the jug.

"Oh. My. God." Myrah gritted her teeth.

"Don't you know it's impolite to come and snoop around someone's kitchen without their permission?" Myrah asked.

"Who said that?" Armando frowned.

"Me!" She said in a duh tone.

"Dumbhead!" She muttered under her breath as she turned around to grab the glass of water.

"I heard you." Armando said from behind.

She turned around giving him the glass of water.

"Congratulations." She said with an eyeroll.

Armando gulped down the glass of water down and strolled back to the living area.

"Wait! Where are you going? I have questions." Myrah yelled from behind.

Armando was clearly enjoying annoying her.

"What are you doing here, mister?"

Armando laughed finally deciding to stop bugging her.

Myrah smiled looking him laugh like this.

He was nothing like people described him, this man in front of her was not cold.

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