Chapter 8

POV Drake.

It shouldn't have happened like this! No, it wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to see her again at the office or wherever, somewhere we could have been alone, but definitely not here. Not like this. For a moment I really thought she was going to pass out, she froze for a long time and even stopped breathing.

"You're right on time! " Said Scarlett. "I know someone who loves it. " She says, rolling her eyes at me exaggeratedly.

I roll my eyes, yes I'm a maniac about time, but that's because I hate people who show up late, you'd have to be able to keep a word. I put the cake on the table and watch Scarlett take it into the kitchen. She walks with a hesitant step, a sign that she is sorely lacking in confidence. Why did she have to come here? And now on top of that? She's kept herself to herself for so many years that she must feel like a kid on the very first day of school facing kids he doesn't know. I can feel her distress, she is uncomfortable and even more so because I