Talia was returning home after having a good time with her friends. The only pub was right outside the village on a twenty-five minutes' walk.
Her friends were still in that fun mode and didn't want to come out of it.
"How is the handsome Tom, Talia?" Her friend Nadine asked her, and Talia tried to suppress the grin. They used to find excuses to ask her about him.
Even the teenage boys were jealous of him.
"Tom is good, Nadine," She muttered, picking up a twig from the ground. Ever since she had turned eighteen, she wanted to do something big.
No guy could grab her attention in such a way. They used to call her Ice Queen for keeping herself safe for her one and only.
But now with Tom's presence in the house, she was almost giving up on her promise. Her friends tried to convince her to give up this old idea and start enjoying her life. Before Tom, she was not very convinced.