Can "true love" happen again?
Eros, the guy who has given up on the idea of love. For him love was a doze to make you weak, so weak that when it ends, you end along with it. Hence keeping his walls high, he doesn't let anyone see through his bad boy...
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I'll kill you Hazel, you big ass bitch!
"Yes mom, I'll keep that in mind...I am sorry I was tired I didn't...Nono I am not arguing with you... Yes Yes I accept my mistake I am sorry... I promise it won't happen again...You guys take care, bye love you." I ended the call and sighed.
My mother had called me in the morning and I was asleep. Hazel didn't even tell me about it. Mom got all worried sick and was quite angry about it.
Currently I am on my way to the library I googled about. They need a receptionist there. Isn't it just destiny. I wanted a part time job, they had one perfect for me. It's a 20 minutes walk from our apartment.
Perfecto.
Earlier Hazel and I went to the departmental store and bought all the necessary groceries and other important stuff for our needs.
Well grocery shopping is mostly Hazel's task because I have no idea about cooking and all I can do is make coffee or hot chocolate. Rest I'll burn the kitchen down. I just went there to buy chocolates.
Hehe.
Hazel was hungry so she went to a restaurant. I asked her to wait there because I wanted to visit the library first.
As I finally reached my destination, I looked at the library in front of me. What a beauty! As I entered the library, the smell of books entered my nose.
My addiction! I don't do drugs but I still think books smell would be one of the best drugs.
I saw an old man sitting on the desk with a newspaper.
"Umm hello sir."
The man looked at me through his glasses.
"Hello young lady." He said eyeing me weirdly.
I politely smiled. "I saw an advertisement on Google that you wanted a receptionist for the library."
"Yeah yeah I do, but I am shocked seeing a girl of your age coming here. Aren't you in college or something. Your generation kids working instead of partying is something unexpected." He said.
"That's right sir. But I am just an old soul born in the wrong generation."
"Oh is it. And seeing that you are here I am guessing you like books. Right?"
"I do sir. Actually I love reading books."
"Why?"
I knew it. The way he greeted me and looked at me, he seemed to have doubts. I guess he is one of those old dudes who have problems with the current generation. Stating their generation better.
