Passion and pursuit

g chair, a sharp pain shooting thr

mmered, my words tripping over each o

you!" Her voice was harsh, cutt

kneeling on the cold tiles. It was hard t

hungry like a lion spotting its prey. Suddenly, she lunged at me, pushing me a

ing to cover it, I glanced up just in time to see her grab the scissors from my makeup kit. M

rged thr

LIFE WA

t burned into my soul. I was still on the groun

ft wondering what kind o

VE WITH AN AUNT AFT

e like a mother to me, but she didn't act like one. She kept m

lost diary, the one Diana had destroyed. It wasn't just a collection of p

k in my thoughts,struggling to find another opportunity. But unable

ly decided I needed a new one. Last week, on my way home from work, I stopped by the store and picked up a fresh dairy, t

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houghts kept drifting to my damaged diary and Michelle was on s

four because Diana, a friend of Mrs. Hughes, had arranged it like that. T

months, having traveled to the United States on an urgent call she received early yesterday morning. At Least

ion, ready to pour my thoughts onto the pages. As I wrote, I kept glancing up at the entran

at the entrance, eager to spot a new customer coming in so I could assist them. Tim

prise, it was the man I had accidentally splattered food on the other day. My cheeks flushed with embarrassm

d around the restaurant and spotted me in the corner, peeking out like a timid mouse h

me again, just as

he loo

somewhere, or do I remin

mix of curiosity and anxiety, unable to meet his gaze directly. Instead, I prete

:30 PM, and the restaurant was beginning to fill up with customers eager for their meals. I

to apologize again for th

to his side, where he was enjoy

I bowed my head sligh

mess you up. I'm truly sorry." Still in my bowed position, I trie

up and caught his gaze again. It was as if

ll someone with t

customers, including the s

is man is emb

once more and hurried away from him, m

n me. A group of ladies was whispering and pointing, comp

w ladies lo

king their orders as best as I could. It wasn't until those customers who had witnessed the scene left that I felt a wa

n receive c

had a moment to rest. It was while I was heading back

in a soft, gentle tone, barel

all and that no one else was sitting close to him. It

wed slightly, and replied

oice a bit louder this time, ensuring th

r," I said, still i

y name is Anderson Brandon." H

where. His question didn't bother me; after all, people can

him, my heart racing like it was in a marathon, each be

ress?" His voice was confident, cutti

widened, and my hea

er just one brief conversation. It felt unexpected, like a b

of questio

f an interviewer wh

ered, pretending I

nswer this

ow to respond. My mind raced, searching for the right words, b