Santiago walked over to Clara and tilted his head, smiling boyishly at her.
"Are you Miss Clara Blackwell, the young lady Mr.Jiminez finds interesting?"
"Ah, yes...That's me!"
Clara looked up at him shyly, struck dumb when she met his bright gaze.She sighed dreamily.
' He's so handsome...TV doesn't do him justice! He's so perfect and charming that I can't look away."
"I hope we'll work together well."
Santiago extended his hand to her, a warm smile on his face.
Clara held his hand with trepidation, and felt her heart flutter when her sweaty palm touched his cool skin and slender fingers.She decided not to wash her hand for a week.
"Yes, I hope so too!" Clara said nervously, then immediately handed the bouquet to him.
"These are wildflowers I picked by the road.It's...for you.I hope your future is as free and bountiful as these wildflowers."
"Wildflowers?"
