Part two!

Part two.

Next morning.

Back to his home,

In the office.

Something never changes with time as well. Now, Is it?

He shook his head in light motion referring to a certain someone who had impossibly liquid eyes with glamorous features bestowed on a small face. Uzair mused about their time when abruptly a certain euphoric nostalgia hit him hard. He didn't blink as he reminisced with an awash satisfaction present in his mouth, his lips turning up into a usual smirk that he wore always when he was satisfied with something.

Even time cannot change some habits in people just like his little one.

He chuckled.

She had not changed much just like he anticipated. She was still an angry bird and childish as ever.

Leaning back to the headrest of the leather chair of his large aristocratic office, he joined his both bulky, veiny arms on his ample stomach and closed his heavy lids which were bestowed by long dark curved black lashes. As he inhaled and exhaled thinking about those moments