Loving You Again

chapter 10

~5 years ago~

Myrah was in a coffee shop, trying to complete her assignments that was due this afternoon.

Damn her neighbours! She thought.

She was trying to complete it since yesterday but her neighbours decided to start some renovations at their place.

The noise made Myrah get a headache. So she came here to have some coffee and some tranquility to do her work.

The coffee shop was also busy and loud but atleast it was better than back at her place. The constant noise of moving couches or bed was driving her nuts.

After sitting there for hours, she finally finished.

Her eyes were watering due to staring at her laptop screen for so long.

She cringed looking at her table.

There was atleast seven empty cups of cappucino and papers were scattered all over.

She gathered all of her stuffs and put it in her cheap leather tote bag before paying for all of this coffee.

The cold air of the autumn evening hit her skin making her shiver slightly.

Myrah was in a dilemma of wether taking the bus or to walk to her house.

She decided latter as she had already spent way too much.

When she arrived at the building of her apartment, she saw a black sports car which surely was not from this area parked there.

She knew who it was.

Her new friend, Armando.

She sighed defeatedly. She has been trying to push him away from her for the past four months now.

She did not understand these strong feelings. For someone who never felt attached to anyone before, it was too much.

She was scared of these emotions even though she did not know what they were.

Another reason why she was pushing him away was because of the status gap.

She was of low class and she knows that it can be a problem for them later.

But Armando is not the one to take no for an answer.

He is as stubborn as a mule to win her over.

'He literally can be with anyone he wants so why her?' She thought.

Myrah climed up the stairs and when she reached the fourth floor panting, she got startled as she saw a well dressed man sitting on the stair steps.

He was leaned to the front and he was resting his arms on his thighs and his hands were clasped.

As soon as he saw Myrah he got up.

"Where were you?" He asked buttoning up his suit jacket.

"I was out." Myrah stated.