Ariel whipped her head so fast that if she wasn’t careful, she would have had a whiplash, and she looked at her Savior.
The alleged savior had on ray-bans even though they were inside a building, so she couldn’t see his eyes, and worst of all, he was putting on a mask, but his hair was well groomed; the black jet strands that felt on his face indicated that he at least took good care of it, and it pleased a certain part of her.
“Thank you, but you don’t have to worry; I can take care of it.” Ariel made sure to smile brightly. It was only courtesy that she pretended she didn’t want the favor.
“It is alright; I insist.” The man replied, and he faced the cashier. “Please add it to my bill.”
Ariel couldn’t help the sigh that left her lips, grateful that he had insisted. Otherwise, she woul
