Adira pov.
I stared at him as he ran his fingers through his brown hair nervously. His green eyes looked troubled and his forehead was knitted in to a deep frown. He kept chewing on his lower lip and he seemed to be trying to avoid making eye contact with me.
I sighed. “Who are you?” I asked. Funny. I sounded different. It was so weird. He looked at me and took a deep breath. “My name is Austin. You father’s right hand. Actually we worked together and he was close to me than just a boss." He looked at me and cleared his throat. "I would do anything for him." he said.
I frowned at him. What in the world was he talking about? My dad? Work? Boss? Austin? There wasn’t a single person in our small village named Austin. Specially not one as good looking as this guy. Wait! What? Did I just th
