Hobsons exported their electronics all over the Europe. Those electronics were designed and programmed by them which included mobile phones, laptops, home appliances and much more. They were not the top sellers of them, of course, but they were trying to rank on top at least in America.
They even owned two shopping malls in New York; one of them was located at the first three floors of the Hobsons enterprise. I had seen that building few times when I was working at the nearby restaurant, but I had never gone to that shopping plaza because I had heard that the prices were high there. And I didn't like to waste money unnecessarily, so, I had never been there.
Today's breakfast was chocolate muffins, French toasts and buttermilk pancakes and waffles. Today's menu was my favourite. I had deliberately selected those dishes because I was good at them.
Chocolate muffins were my specialty, that's what kids at my foster home said. When I was living there, I used to bake different flavored muffins for the volunteers and kids and their compliments were always motivational.
Just thinking about them gave me teary eyes because I was missing them and realizing that how stress-free my life was when I was living there. I didn't have to worry about money, rent or career at that time.
Since I had turned eighteen, things had started becoming difficult and now I was tied into a confused relationship with a guy who didn't know about it.
"So, everything is going to be sweet today in the breakfast." The hoarse male voice interjected my thoughts.
I turned around and my eyes widened in horror.
It was Ashar. He was standing few steps away from me in wet, messy hair. The white towel was around his neck from behind indicating that he just took the morning shower.
"How are you, young girl with pretty eyes?"
I composed myself and looked at him quizzically.
Did he really find my eyes pretty or was he just imitating his Mom?
"What? I don't know your name, then what am I supposed to call you?" He understood my concern.
I began feeling uneasy in his presence.
"What's with you? Why are you shaking?" He observed.
"No, I'm not. I'm fine." I lied.
I pretended to show him that I was busy in preparing breakfast. I turned to the counter and stirred the batter for the muffins.
"You do remember me, right?" The smell of fresh shower hit my nostrils as he came forward and stood beside me.
"Y-yes." My voice stuck in throat.
I stopped stirring as I started getting angry on my nervousness.
Act normal, Sanaya. I said to myself.
"You weren't like this when I first saw you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
I turned my head to him and forced a smile on my lips, "There's nothing at all."
Even in simple and casual clothes he was looking clean-cut and stylish. It was hard for me not look at him as a man. In a tee shirt, his chest was looking broader and those half-sleeves were showing off his perfect biceps were making my throat dry.
I moved my head down and resumed the stirring of the batter.
"If you say so." He stepped back, "You know, your nervousness reminding me of Samara's nervousness on the wedding day."
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Am I Married?Romance
Book cover credit: Alvie Langston .................................................. Eighteen years old, Sanaya Frances was finding ways to earn more to gather money for her college tuition fee. She got a chance to work as a house cook for Hobsons...