My roommate is the son of a billionaire.

craping of chair from close by gained her attention. It was annoy

se got her attention. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone seating opp

e that this was the persons first time in a pub

from her neighbours phone she had had enough. Slamming her book sh

ld put that out." she sai

up from his phone, his face b

ee you here." he said

owned

nd then put her hands signal

ushed the chair back quietly, packing

Harley ignores him as she moves a

the elderly woman b

his book for a week." she said pl

ou go." she said g

said and walked o

Harley had no other choice but to head to th

n aesthetics. Even though it was not full, it had its fair sha

the door and stepped in, the air was cozy and welcoming. She walked straight ahead to the counter un

cheerfully. Her bright blue eyes reminded her of the beach water back home, bright

e lime cake and latte." Harley sai

lmost reminds me of this woman who was a friend of my mum, it's been a while since I've seen her but when I was l

red, not sure w

her too at Nyu, although I major in film making. When I'm not cr

would tell a stranger so m

she replied as pol

said passing her her order. "Th

rse and passed may t

she eyed the moment she stepped inside. It was at the far cor

ke her In pairs and alone troop in and out the cafe. She w

nished eating. Three came around sooner than expected and Harley nervously wa

notification. She replied sending a quick te

when you walk in." sh

ectantly. Not wanting to look like a creep, she decided to focus on the pa

that moment she wanted to back out. She scolded herself for being like this over meeting a

on. When the chairs scrapped back and the person sat in the chair opposite her she lets o

h a smile on her face but the smile died down when her eyes met t

raised brow he stared back at

isn't