Me Looking For Who Asked 소설 & 이야기

He said as I nodded and turned back to the culprit. "Why are you guys here?" I asked not expecting an answer from them but unexpectedly one of them replied. "We are looking for him" The man said as his eyes looked at a place. I followed his stare and looked at were he was looking at as I felt my jaw drop! "Him!"

They all look back at me and I grin like an idiot. "Office?" Aaron looks around and all the other three nodded their head walking behind him while I went back to wash my plate and clean the kitchen. "Elle" I heard my name being called and I turn to them. "You too. We need to ask you a few questions, said Aaron. I have no other option since the sole purpose of me being here is to find Jea.

Eyes glued to me, she asks Micah, "You know where Melanie is?" A devious smirk forms on Micah's face when he answers, "Ask Jude."

“What the fuck, you should have given me a fucking notice before you yell like that” she retorts “Well you should have given us a little bit of a warning before you dropped that bomb on us” I snap back at her. “Weren’t you the one that asked about what happened?” she rhetorically question. “Were you guys talking about me?” someone suddenly ask. Looking only to discover that it is of course the one and only Declan, the guy is too self-absorbed for Christ’s sake.

I search her face – that incredible face I should know – but from where? I close my eyes, summoning the will to ask the burning question. “Who are you?”

Volume returning to normal, he asked, “How are you? Are you okay?” My brow furrowed, my eyes narrowing as I tried to work out what the hell was happening right now. “I’m fine, thanks. Why? Shouldn’t I be?” “Isn’t it a customary when calling someone to ask how they are?” Aaaand the dick was back. But not for long, it seemed. “I’m sorry, Marissa. Forgive me, it’s been a long day.” Yeah, he was telling me. “That’s okay. How are you?”

Cami POV “How do you know who I am?” I asked, uncertain of what to say. “It is my job to know who is inquiring about me,” the individual responded. “Where are you?” I asked, wanting to get to my questions. “Do you think it would benefit me to share that information?” the individual responded.

"Do you have her number? Can I ask for it?" The staff looked up, her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry? Who are you to her?" I smiled. "Someone she knows."

ewww "Who are you?", I asked out loud, causing the person to almost cough out the milk from being extremely startled and he turned to look at me "Who am I?", he raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?" "No, technically I asked you first, and it wasn't a rhetorical question", I folded my arms in a protest and I saw a smile starting to appear on his face

There sat my bag, my phone, everything. I hadn’t even noticed it before. “Thanks,” I blurted out, walking over to check. My eyes scanned the familiar items, relief mixing with confusion. He followed quietly, stopping right behind me. I felt the warmth of him before I even turned. “I’d like to ask you a question, cutie pie,” he said, his voice suddenly deeper, more serious. I turned to face him. “Who is Marilyn… and why is she looking for you?” My eyes widened. Did Mom tell him about Marilyn too?