Marina’s POV
He smirked, knowing how shocked I was. “But why me? Why red tulips and not red roses? Why do you grow so many here?” He ignored my questions and engaged himself in making lunch while his smirk grew wider.
I waited patiently, but he seemed to have no intention of answering me. “Do you need help?”
“No, just relax. I’ve got this.” I watched him move around the kitchen, completely at ease. It seemed as if he was used to it. It was a complete contrast to what Sarah had said. I hadn’t expected him to be a homely type of guy!
He served the lunch on two plates while I watched him with awe. “Come on.” He walked away with the plates and I followed him to the dining table. His presence had a hypnotic effect on me and I drowned in him, forgetting what I wanted to ask him.
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