"Good evening, my lady. You look gorgeous like always," I said with a smile when she opened the door.
"And you are annoying as always," She said then rolled her eyes. "Can I leave this bouquet here? I have a feeling that I might destroy this by slapping you with it out of annoyance."
"Harsh. But sure," I took her hand and kissed it. "Shall we go, gorgeous?"
She nodded. "Sure."
I never knew that 4 kilometers ride is too short for us to stay in car together. Damn the time.
"Quel, do you know me?" She asked out of nowhere.
My forehead creased. "What do you mean? Of course, I know you, Athijha."
"What if my name is not really Athijha? What if it is Clea?" She joked then chuckled a bit. "Don't get me wrong, okay? What if I am just her copycat and the real one just happened to tell me everything about her life?"
I smiled. "Then you copied her perfectly. Your mannerism, the way you frown, your smile, and your laugh. It perfectly matches hers. But I can never forget how her eyes look. That is
