(ARIELLE’S POV)
“Dwayne, right?” I asked the young man, to be sure I was not mistaken.
There was a look of amusement and surprise in his eyes as he nodded. “Yes, Dwayne. I’m flattered you recognize me, and still recall my name. It’s only bad I didn’t get to know yours before your friend arrived and whisked you away the last time.”
I laughed, that was Ashley he was talking about. Incase you’re wondering who Dwayne is; I met him in the garden of the hospital I was rushed to when Sofia pushed me down the stairs.
“So what’s your name? I better get it now, before your friend arrives,” he said, playfully stealing glances around.
I laughed, he is so dramatic. “My name is Arielle.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. It’s a pleasure meeting you again, Arielle.”
“Yeah, same,” I said, accepting the hand he offered. The handshake prolonged, and I skillfully withdrew my hand.
“So tell me, what brings you here?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Just a few things,” he replied, holding up a bag of coffee beans. “I’m a coffee aficionado. I can’t start my day without it.”
I chuckled. “I’m more of a tea person myself.”
“Aren’t most women?”
“Really? Are you saying our preferences are influenced by our gender?”
