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"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?

We both turned to look at her and then Ethan said “Actually we just have a few questions we wanted to ask you” “Go ahead then” she said to us as she crossed her legs, her eyes watching us closely. “Go ahead and ask her Alex” Ethan said to me. I turned to look at him and he gave a smug smile, I muttered words underneath my breath that should never be said out loud in public before turning to Dr. Carter who was watching me with those intelligent eyes of hers. I cleared my throat and said “We came across something weird when we were searching for you and we needed to confirm how true it was”

he asked with a calm voice. I wondered what he had thought to make him ask me such a question. I looked at him and saw that he was looking at me. Alex, his personal assistant, was right in front of us and he was asking me such a question. "Why do you ask?" I asked him between gritted teeth. "Looking at you and how you are good at what you do, I felt a lot of men will want you but seeing your single state, I wondered what kept you single" he replied.

Veron asked, surprising me. "Huh?" Was it too obvious that I was looking for someone? "Josh. Haven't you seen him yet?" I smirked. "No. I'm not really looking for him," I said. "Really? Then who are you looking for? Why have you been craning your neck for a while now?" Veron asked again while eating. "I'm just looking around," I defensively replied to her. "Oh, come on. Do you really think I'll believe that?" she said with a smile before taking a bite of her food. In the end, I didn't respond and just focused on eating.

He asked as he stared at me. I looked at him and then at Isadora. “ I-I’m sorry but, do I know you? Why are you following me?” He stared at me waiting for a response, then I met Isadora’s eyes, pleading with her to help. “ She asked you first, Mister-”

he prompted and walked slowly towards me, “You’re what I've been looking for” I said in my faraway voice, “Just me?” he asked as he stopped in front of me. “No” I answered, “What else are you looking for?” “For me”. “For you? What do you mean?” Gunner said softly and gripped hold of my waist.

“I got your text. Is everything okay?” “I should be asking you that question,” he answered, looking me over once more. “You look a mess, and you won't tell me what is going on. I don’t know if you read my entire text. I came to talk, and you look like someone who needs someone to talk to. Even more than me.”

“And you believe this prophecy?” I ask. “I don’t know, but we can’t ignore your name,” Greg says. “My name?” I ask and look at him in confusion. Greg looks at me like I am missing something big. “What?” I ask and throw my arms out wide. “Why are you looking at me like that?”