Laserian
Morning was my favourite time. I was allowed to be alone without my nagging band mates, calls from manager and media person, training with junior Hoods. It was the time I could just sit and do my favourite thing, read. Historical fiction was my favourite genre. Besides that I can read anything action, thriller, mystery but absolutely no romance!
As if on a cue as soon as I thought about romance, her familiar scent spread inside the small library. She was here, this early, why?
My eyes instantly looked up and I saw her entering and greeting the old man. I groaned inwardly, why the hell she was here!
I stealthily took a peak at her and noticed her reading the newspaper. Her eyes were bright with excitement and slight colour filled her face. There was something in that paper that
