Eighteen

ISHTAR.

Reiss walked in with a box of pizza in his hand, and I was more than delighted to have him over. After my conversation with Damian earlier, I was left drained and empty. And I couldn't get his voice out of my head.

I couldn't seem to process the fact that he was going to keep acting like there was nothing going on between us. I liked him, and I'd made my peace with that. My fragile heart seemed to have fallen for his cheap tricks.

It was saddening. "Welcome to Ishtar Flys, we are the best, and we're glad you're here," I said in a sharp, enunciated tone. I'd been pondering over what could be a good idea to study, and being a flight attendant didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Flight attendant?" Reiss guessed in a go as he set down the box and sat down. "Are you taking this college thing seriously? It'd be really nice if you were."

I exhaled tiredly and slumped into a chair before him, "Well, it seems like a really good idea if I manage to pass the exams. I did some research, and da