Third Person 4

Wiping the table furiously, Vivian pondered to find a reason to refuse. If she doesn't get a rich husband, she will have to start looking for a second job, she doesn't think she will go back to the habit of sleeping 3 hours a day. It's been a long time - almost six months - since she started enjoying the comfort of sleeping 7 to 8 hours a day.

The loan and interest she owes will be the end for her. Vivian didn't want to start worrying about that. Why couldn't she enjoy a life of abundance even for once?

Lifting her head as the door opened, she noticed Clinton walking in, he looked around before seeing her. The bright smile on his face when he saw her made her smile in return for that kind gesture. He shouldn't have come, she thought, but she still had to step up to him.

"Hello." She speaks.

"I was hungry so I decided to stop by here." He told her. "When will you be done?"

"Probably evening," Vivian replied then wondered if he came alone. Her eyes searched the door behind him, but his