Serry was engrossed in choosing flowers in the shop opposite her campus. The Omega looked adorable in a knee-length peach dress with lace accents along her skirt. When she inhaled the scent of roses, suddenly she was surprised by the greeting of a man who was familiar in her life.
“Why just be alone?” asked Bashiri in his flagship office suit. Both hands were in the pockets of the dark material trousers he was wearing, and his eyes that were as dark as night looked at Serry full of longing.
“Is it true that you are Bashiri?” Serry asked back. Her green eyes sparkled with expectation if the tall man in front of her was her childhood friend.
“Yes. I am Bashiri; your childhood friend.” Bashiri replied with a handsome smile. “Want to have lunch with me?”
Serry was silent and thought of Alp
