The next day Juliette returned home in the evening to her rented apartment. She cooked dinner for herself and sat down to complete her homework and assignments for the next day’s classes.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and she went to answer it, thinking it was her next-door neighbour who always came asking her for something or the other. She was a forgetful girl who was busy juggling a job and her studies.
“Hi Ash, what do you want now?” she asked, opening the door, only to find an astonished Xavion standing and staring at her.
He strode in with a scowl on his face. “Who’s Ash? How do you know him?”
Juliette stood like a statue. “I mistook you for my neighbour.”
“So does your neighbour come here all the time?” he gritted out.
“Not all the time, whenever she needs something,” she sai
