Chasing Anna
Hunter has a neutral expression on his face like he doesn't care if the lady, whose wrinkled eyes are scrunched together as they inspects me keenly, would doubt his relationship with me.
"Come here, young lady." She says in a comanding tone, firm yet soft. She holds the same authority as Hunter.
Having no other option then to obey her, I take slow steps in their direction with a rapidly beating heart. All this while, I am unable to look at them, specially her, whose identity is silly unknown to me.
"Goo...good morning, Ma'am, Good morning Mr. Storm." I wish them politely.
"Morning, Miss Harris, please meet my grandmother, Mrs. Barbara Storm." He introduces me to the lady.
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