Chapter thirteen

Writer's POV

She stood, as was about hailing a taxi because she was already running late for work. And it looked like the rain was getting serious with each second. Making her panic a little. She needed to head fast to the clinic, otherwise, her grumpy old boss would lay complains about her late coming.  Mrs Smiths always looked for ways to complain. And then, she would bring her ill manner cat that didn't like her at all.

She bit on her buttom lip, and cursed whatever she could silently. Hoping the old woman hadn't brought the cat that day. She wasn't a fan of cats. And neither did she liked constant nagging.

Her the edge of her heel even got stick to a gum on the floor, that she spent more than five minutes trying to take it off. Also getting wet in the process.

She was cursing so hard, that she heard a masculine chuckle next to. But she cared less.

When she finally stood up, brushing the hair away from her face