"Katrina, are you still waiting for your Marcellus? We’re going ahead! Bye!"
Katrina’s colleagues leave one after another. Soon, she is left alone, wondering what to do with the bouquet of roses.
It’s better for her to take a taxi back home.
Katrina walks outside with the roses in her arms. The large bouquet obscures most of her vision. Before she can reach the curb, she notices a pair of spotless black shoes less than half a meter away.
She quickly stops right before she hits the person. Then she moves to walk around him to continue on her path.
But the owner of the shoes follows her movements and stands directly in front of her.
How strange. Is this man doing this on purpose?
Katrina lowers the roses from her face and raises her eyes to a handsome and familiar face.
The man wear
