Zevran.
At this point, I am guessing that some of you may already be exhausted from always hearing me say the same thing over and over again. But there was no way I could ever stop.
There is never a day that would go by without me reminding all of you of how beautiful Leilani is, and this— the way I sound— is exactly how I felt as I watched her busy herself with something in the laptop she had borrowed from me some days ago.
She was working— that I could see from how furrowed together her brows were. Even her eyes, now hidden behind large cute transparent glasses, were thinned as she probably tried to tackle some problem related to work.
Beside her was a glass of juice which I had switched some time ago with the cup of coffee she had been drinking from.
