Jordan

"I hope I'm not interrupting." I ask, trying to hide my disgust.

Micajah has a track record of ladies swooning all over him, which isn't surprising because he checks all the boxes. He is a good-looking, fit, very smart, rich kid with a good fashion sense. He's that guy who walks into a room and everything starts happening in slow motion, just like in the movies. Who knows if he has also gotten Patricia into his web of charm? She's been smiling all through.

"No sir. Pearl and I were just having a casual conversation."

"I see. Mind if I join?"

Is it just me, or does Patricia seem uncomfortable?

"No sir."

"So what is it you guys were talking about?"

"Fashion," they chorus.

"I think I know a thing or two about fashion."

"I have an extra ticket for Niphme's runway show coming up next weekend. You should come if you are free."

"I would love to; that's if I am free," she says, looking at me.

I gently tuck one of her bangs behind her ear so I can see her eyes. She instantly digs her spoon int