~ Alina's POV ~
This morning has passed me by in a total blur. I keep drifting in and out of daydreams involving picnic rugs and vanilla ice cream, and some much, much less wholesome activities.
Damnit Alina, he's a client! No more, no less.
Well. Maybe a little bit more.
Apparently, we're friends now too? I wonder how long that will last after he's settled back into city life? Or maybe that's unfair? Maybe it was fate that threw us together and we are destined to forge some bizarrely founded friendship?
Oh, stop this nonsense, Alina! I scold myself and turn my attention back to the same stack of books I've been trying to shelf since I got here.
I hear the bells of the door chime and turn to see a delivery man with a small cardboard box.
"Hello Miss, are you Scarlet Summer?" he asks
