14 -A Date, huh?

Alex's POV;

"You know, I really think Amos likes you. "Sia says before picking up a red dress and glaring at it scrutinizingly under the bright, white bulbs far above us.

"Excuse you? "I question her with raised brows, and a hand on my waist. She takes a look up at me, and back at the dress, before quickly looking back up at me.

"What? I know he does. I just don't know if you're being intentionally blind or have become some naive plain Jane. "She replies before dropping the dress back on the pile.

"Come on, Sia. Amos is just a friend. He's been since college. "I note.

"Yeah, that explains all the sudden kisses on the hands and cheeks, red roses, and trail of every secret admirer thing he ever did back in high school, and up till now. "She replies as we move to a rail of clothes.

"He... That could have been his way of being nice. "I reply. Remembering every cute thing Amos has done since our college days.

"Yeah, same as that one