I wished I could disappear the moment I heard my best friend's voice. She has always been loud since our university days, and nothing is ever going to change that. She came in, followed by an unfamiliar man who had followed her. I wondered who the unfamiliar young man was. I knew everything about Amanda, including all her ex-boyfriends and the guys she cheats on them with. She is a fucking Playgirl. One of the naughtiest of them all.
"I knew I would find you here," she said, sitting beside me.
"I told you that," I said, knowing vividly well that I had texted her that I would be at the café.
"Meet the new photographer I contacted for the job," she said.
"Hi, I am Debbie, the CEO of B-Beautiful Fashion Brand," I said, reaching out my hand for a handshake.
"Jackson," he responded, in a way that seemed cold but also warm. He locked eyes with me the second he said that, which made my legs numb and sent chills through my body.