Instead of looking at the paper, I looked up at Rustov's face and stopped there. He was solving the problem seriously while I can't even understand what are those digits he's putting on my paper for. We were at their house because he promised to help me with some homework. Though, I don't think I'm doing anything here but stare at him."Did you get it, Audrey?"I sighed. Lazily, I looked back at the yellow paper. That's a pure number. The sight that never failed to make my eyes sore.“You journal the entries wrong so the trial balance is also wrong,” he said."I'm confused about the entries.""You should work on that," he said softly and handed the paper to me.He stood up and turned towards the kitchen. Back then two glasses of juice and two banana cues were laid out. Tita Gracia was in the municipality because of work so we were the only two left at home."Why pineapple juice? Say I don't want that!" my complaint.

The loud ringing of my phone woke me up. I rolled my eyes and punched the phone somewhere. It's the first day of christmas break for pete's sake. Why do I even have an early caller? Is this even urgent?I opened my eyes lazily, also closed my eyes immediately to see who was calling. I held the phone to my ear."Happy eighteenth birthday, Audrey!"I almost threw away the phone because of the strength of Janice’s scream. I muttered a curse. I even forgot it's the day. The only thing I worried about last night was the break and I didn't have to think about school works. I forgot it."Uh, thanks ..." I said hoarsely and tried to get up."I know we'll meet later at the bistro, but I just want to be the first to greet you.""I received advance greetings days ago. Ate also has an advance. So you're not the first greeter," I said and arranged my hair."Whatever. I was just the first to greet the day! There's a difference!""That

"Here's your Sazerac, Miss," the bartender once went downstairs to drink.I turned there. My hand grows cold as I touch the glass. The hammering in my chest was distracting. I knew he would come to me but I tried to ignore you. I sipped on my drink. On my second gulp, a hand suddenly grabbed the glass."What the ..." my voice faded midway.Rustov's unforgiving eyes looked at me with anger etched on it. He looked down at the drink for a moment before it landed and stared at me darkly."What are you doing?" I asked angrily."I think I should be the one asking that, Audrey. Drinking hard liquors alone, seriously?""So what? What if I'm drinking alone? What's the problem with that?"His mouth tightened. He's so pissed now."Let's talk outside," he said sternly, briefly glancing at the bartender.I raised an eyebrow at him."Why are we talking? There's no need for a talk, Rustov."One more than a pulse I got up

"What did the woman say to you?" I immediately asked Rustov when he returned to the table with our food.Pure grilled and dish there, with pork and chicken barbeque. He landed some mango juice for me and water as well. I watched him as he put all the necessary things in our table. When he finished, he placed the tray in the adjacent container."It's just nothing," he replied."She's pretty. Do you know her?"He turned to me, his gaze weighing. His lips protruded a bit as he shook his head."Did she want you to join them? Or maybe she asked for a number?"He smirked."She asked for my number," he admits.I fell silent and the taste was bitter. But I think that's normal. He's attractive, it's only natural that there are women who spontaneously approach him, including those hot and mature girls."Then? You gave it to her?""Did you see me scribble my number?" His brow shot up.I fell silent. If in matter. But

Lots of people in the quadrangle we went down, high school students mostly. Though, there are also colleges. Some were even watching us from the corridors of the buildings. Someone yelled my name like a signal and they created a pathway for me. In the middle I saw Daryl, a grade twelve who was also famous at school.I didn't feel anxious or anything. It just didn’t happen once. For some reason, the boys from the high society here tend to love surprises like this. Also because maybe most women like such gimmicks. But I just don't feel anything for this kind of stunts. So to finish it, I walked over to Daryl.He was holding a huge bouquet of flower with his friends at his back holding balloons and raising a banner with "Will you be my date?" written on it.Everyone around shouted. I love surprises. But I appreaciate it better if it's not in the eyes of public. It used to be like this to me, they just want to show off. And when the answer is right, they'll fe