Seize: Seize Me My CEO

now?." She insists with her silly look, the look which makes me fall for her. Her stare is funny, thou. "Okay!." I drag my words, with a weird look, I am holding my laughter. "Then, wh

r what I won't be able to devour, because I am damn hungry. This menu is more of a catalogue, this isn't a menu. "OMG!." And it's so costly. 40$ just for a simple cocktail. Oh my goodness this 40$ can buy a whole crate of juice or more in my country. "Welcome back Miss. Natasha!." The waiter moves closer, now he is standing beside us with his pen and notebook in his hands. "Thanks!." She nods at him, in a very low tone and a smile. "So what are you ordering!." She impatiently stares at me, with the waiter facing me too. This makes me quiver. I am speechless, with my eyes roaming on the menu. "It's okay!." She smiles at me, calling for the waiter's attention to her. "One potion of greasy nachos tacos with some fries, don't forget the sauce. Drink...!..." She hesitates on what to take "Hmmm, one drunken monkey cocktail. And a chocolate 'key lime pie' for dessert!." She lists without peeking at the menu. I'm just admiring her!. "Wow!. This girl is definitely wealthy!." I tell my self "That will be all!." She concludes "Noted. What about you Miss?." The waiter turns back his eyes in my direction. Like he was sent by the evil people of my village to torture me. I thought I was done with him!. His stare freezes me up. "Same thing!." She immediately replies. With that, the waiter leaves Now She is staring at places so do I. No one is talking and it's getting weird. "I don't know your name and I guess you don't know mine too!. So let's start with presentation!." She breaks through the silence dwelling. "Great!." I nod. "Then I will start." She takes a deep breath, with lots of assurance. "I'm Natasha, 22yrs. First-year of Master in business administration and analysis." She briefly introduces herself "Sheila 23 years old and first year in Master of Business, same as you. I am from Africa!." I take over I usually say, Africa to cut things short with no lengthy explanations. "Nice to meet you!. Sheila from Africa!." She offers her hand, sending it forward to me. "My pleasure, Natasha!." And I offer my hand in return We rapidly shake hands!. The waiter then comes with our cocktail and places it on the table. "Wow, it looks delicious!." I can't wait to savour it. I take a sip, she sips. We concurrently sip at the same flash. Spontaneously. "Hahaha!..." We are both staring at each other and laughs at our prosecution. "That was weird!." She exclai