"Oh! He is home early." Meena exclaimed as she called out to her son.
"I am here, my boy. Come say hello. I have some special guests over."
He took long strides to approach them, his coat hooked on his index finger and was hanging behind him, his other hand was deep in his pocket. Those charcoal hair had some loose strands obscuring his sapphire eyes.
Skyla became extremely tense as the man was none other than her boss and Zyair stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes fell on her.
The awkward silence lengthened and stretched as both elderly women observed them stilled in their postures as if they had forgotten the world around them.
She was wearing a stylish hat today with a pure white sundress of floral design. Sitting among the flowers she was nothing less than a floral queen.
