Torrance
I like backpacks, and I cannot lie...
Now, people?
I can deny.
But whenever the consultant walks in with a smile on his face, encouraging me to find my place, I damn near lose a lung.
Ugh.
Asthma.
I swear, if I was an average lady, or if Mother Nature didn't hate me...then I might fit in, in the role I'm in, and the consultant would want more with me.
Fynn
One of my best mates tried to warn me...
That falling in love might be on my journey.
But with the business I'm in and the way I live, falling for a client just isn't my way.
Except I find myself wanting to hold her.
Make her bolder.
Let her lean on my shoulder.
See, she's not the average lady, plus her beautiful soul just drives me crazy.
This should've been a fling, yet now I'm looking at rings.
Because I'm ready to make this a forever thing.