Vixen's p.o.v
I couldn't stop myself from gazing at the handsome man in front of me as he drunk his coffee slowly.
Trey was his name. He looked honest although he was kind of a stalker.
I didn't want to, but I chose to believe in him. If he knew my late husband and child so well then he was more of my family than anyone in town.
He looked up and met my eyes for a second before smiling and sipping his cup.
"What?. You have been staring at me for a few minutes now. Is there something you want to ask?" He asked seriously.
Yes, there was. I wanted to know how old he was, where he came from, what his hobbies were, and most importantly, if he had family.
"You can ask, I'll try to answer as much as I can." He said softly.
"How old are you?" I asked without a second
