Lia Robert married the perfect gentleman, a caring fiancé and a successful business man but fate has yet to decide for her and she lost her husband on the day of her marriage in an attack while going back home from church after marriage.
And now,
Sh...
The market place was the same as before. Same sellers and a few new stalls came in my sight. Sticking my hands in my jacket's pocket, I walked towards the shop where I met him.
I had worn a grey T-shirt with black jacket, black pants and black sunglasses resting on the brige of my nose.
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Sunglasses had a unique quality. When you wear them, you can stare wherever you want and nobody would notice unless the glasses are see through and your eyes can be seen. At the moment, I was using this quality to my advantage and my eyes were scanning the area for that familiar face. It was nowhere in sight.
I glanced at my wrist watch and frowned. Was he late?
After waiting a few minutes outside the shop, I was getting curious states from other vendors. They must had been thinking what a creep I was.
My eyes landed on a nearby restaurant and I began to walk towards it, determined to enjoy while waiting.
I sat inside the restaurant in a small booth and began shuffling through the menu. It was all written in Italian but the pictures with the name were helping. Twisting my mouth, I was pondering betweem two dishes when a voice interrupted my dilemma.
"Need help?"
I glanced up to see the owner of voice and found a masculine figure clad in black shirt and blue jeans. It was none other than the one I was looking for. Seeing him, my voice died in my throat and I struggled to utter a word.
He came inside the booth, and sat in front of me, while he kept staring.
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"Signorina, I am here. You can talk."
His voice brought me back to my senses.
"Hi," I said breathlessly.
"Are you nervous?" He asked with an eyebrow raised at me. I noticed the slight stubble he supported today. Well, it didn't look bad.
"Why would I be?" I asked, playing with my sunglasses.
He sighed and glanced around. "Of course. Why would you be? You don't know who you're sitting with."
