Aisha's POV
I feel pretty bad for the reporter whose wife got killed. It's not an easy thing to lose a loved one. I know exactly how it feels, it almost broke me completely. I stepped out for lunch when someone stood by my car at the parking lot
"What are you doing here, Ian?" I sighed and folded my arms.
"I'm here to take you for lunch."
"Wow, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, Aisha." Peter's voice echoed from right behind me.
"I never said I did. He is just...just a friend." I wonder why I'm stammering.
Ian had a smile on his face. "She will soon be my girlfriend." He took out his arm and shook Peters
Peters' eyes widened in realization. "Wait aren't you, Ian Scott?"
"Yes, I am. She has caught my eye but keeps pushing me away."
"You better go for lunch with him. I'll take your car for lunch." Ian snatched the keys from my hands and rushed to the car. Now I'm stuck with Ian.
