Schemed

She had been receiving flowers since three days ago but she doesn't know who it came from.

"My name is Michael Hunt, I met you at the ball in the Lincoln mansion. I still can't forget your elegance. I wonder whether I can have the honor of making friends with you?" Michael asked.

Flow smiled, "I'm a picky person. I don't make friends randomly." Flow rejected him politely.

"What a coincidence I happen to be impeccable so I'm perfect for you" Michael told her.

Flow glared at him angrily.

Michael didn't evade his gaze he also stared at her.

"You must be careful, my eyes are like a soul , a soul capturing mirror. If your soul comes in, it won't get out," Michael smiled at her.

Flow stared at him, she lifted her hand. Michael furrowed his brows confused.

Flow lifted her hand and smooth her hair still looking into his eyes.

"Why is my hair messy again?" She asked as she used his eyes as a mirror.

"This mirror looks good," she said.