Chapter Thirty Four

Daryl Valerio

After a long shower, I exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. I went to my closet and picked out a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. I was dressing casually today because I was planning to take Stella out on a date.

I half smiled at the thought. It's been about two days now since I last saw her and I couldn't help but admit that I missed her ; especially her gorgeous smile.

Francis emerged from around the corner

He scratched his neck before throwing his hands in his pocket. I started pulling on my clothes waiting for him to speak but he said nothing. I watched him confusingly as I buttoned up my shirt.

"Is there something you want Francis?, I asked as I turned to him.

" Sir I.."

He paused for a moment like he was starting a debate with himself. I kinda a had a feeling of what he wanted to say so I just let out.

"is it about me and Stella?"

"she's a great woman sir, one of the best I've seen and -