Their First Date
Sara rapidly dried her hair after a quick bath. Damn Rion for forcing her to wake up early and challenging her to get ready before 8 am, or else she would be forced to do another punishment from him. She groaned; she should have declined the bet because she knew she would never wake up so early.
At exactly 7:59 am, a knock was heard from her front door. She cursed herself. He was too early. It isn't even 8 am, and yet he was already there outside her door and waiting for her.
She picked up her handbag and hopped over while trying to put a heel on. Before opening her door, she slipped the other one on and greeted Rion.
She attempted to fight a blush creeping onto her face but failed. Rion's impeccable look greeted her this morning. Oh, he looked so good with that black dress shirt on, top buttons undone, and a small smirk on his lips.
"Sara," his cold, monotonous voice greeted him, but her words stayed on her mouth.