Currently I'm standing with my elbows leaning on the kitchen counter of the restaurant. I'm waiting for the order to be prepared so I can serve them to the customer.

After the embarrassment I faced back in orphanage, Mr. Maxwell offered me a ride to restaurant but I denied him politely saying that it was just a street away.

To be honest, this thing is being too much for me. Every time he's around I don't know what I'm doing. It's like I becomes a different person.

I have never experienced this kind of feeling in my 22 years of life and it's kind of scaring me.

So I decided to maintain some distance from him.

"Olivia" Liam snapped his fingers bringing me back to present.

"Huh" now standing straight.

"I called you thrice, the order is ready."

"Oh sorry. I will place them" taking the order I walked towards table no.7 and placed the tray in front of them.

"Anything else, sir?"

"No. Thanks" the man smiled.

"Hope you enjoy your dinner" with that I walked back into the kitchen.

With Placing and serving orders, my shift came to an end.

As it's been a while since I took my online class, I decided to stay and study.

I placed my laptop and notebooks on the top of the table.

An email notification popped up on the screen, I clicked on it to see that it's about my exams.

They are in 3 weeks and also I need to submit assignment in 10 days.

Shit! Shit!

I was so busy with all this drama that I completely forgot about assignment and exam.

Placing my hands on my head, cursing myself. After I was done with cursing myself, I opened the site of the university from which I have enrolled for Bachelor in Arts

Freya always complained about why I took Arts as a subject, why not something more interesting.

I always wanted to become a writer. While I was in orphanage, I used to read books and think that one day I will write them too. I was a kid back then but as I grew up, that dream of becoming a writer became stronger

People think it's boring but for me it's super interesting

I logged into my id and started listening to my lectures, occasionally jolting down some notes.

"Bye goodnight" Claudia yelled from the kitchen as I exited the restaurant.

It's 9 already and I'm hungry. I just ate a sandwich for lunch and studying after so long stressed me out.

I plunge earphones into my phone, opening Spotify and clicked on Shawn Mendes playlist.

I pressed on "Wonder" and the sing started playing.

He recently launched this song and I'm already in love with it. Especially that line where he says,

"Right before I close my eyes,

The only thing that's on my mind,

Been dreaming that you feel it to,

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you"

I reached the apartment after 3 songs. Is it just me or other people also do that too, where you compare the distance with the number of songs?

I took the key out from my pocket and unlocked the door. Switching on the lights, I placed my belongings on the table.

Walking towards the kitchen, I opened the fridge, taking the water bottle out.

As I took a sip for it, something started to bother me.

The apartment looks so quiet. I hate being alone, eating alone. Even in the orphanage, I used to eat alone because I was afraid to tell people that I don't like being alone. I was scared to go and talk to them.

But I always dreamed of having a house filled with family, love and joy. When everyone come together to have dinner and laugh and joke about things.

Congratulations Olivia you have officially ruined you mood yourself. Sighing to myself, I decided to make pasta.

I took a saucepan out of the drawer filling it with water then placing on the iduction, turning it on I let the water boil. Opening the top drawer I took out a packet of pasta, and some veggies from fridge.

After the water was boiled I sprinkle some salt in it and added pasta in it. I was cutting vegetables as I left the pasta to boil. Adding a little oil in pan, I pour veggies in it after the oil was heated adding salt as per taste. I checked if the pasta was boiled, after it was properly boiled I strain the water out. On the other side I move the veggies with spatula, and it was cooked. I added some pasta sauce and cheese. When the veggies were ready I took the boiled pasta and mixed with it. I stir the pasta for a while, when it was fully done I added some chilly flakes and then turned the gas off.

"Hmmmm, something smells good" Freya entered from the front door placing her bag next to my stuffs and walking straight to the kitchen where I was.

"I assume you're hungry after seeing this delicious pasta that I made, I suggest you go first change till than I will arrange the table" I smiled at her feeling much better as she is here now.

She run upstairs taking two steps at once making me laugh.

Shaking my head at her eagerness, I grabbed the 2 plates and forks then placed them on our small dining table. I went back inside the kitchen to fetch the pan when Freya came rushing downstairs now wearing her night dress.

"Ohh how much I wish that you would show this quickness when you have to wake up in morning" I said in humor while she stick her tongue on at me.

"Go grabbed a water bottle from the fridge while I'm serving"

As I was done serving, Freya too sat on her chair and we dig into our pasta.

"Mhmmm" Freya moan raising her hands signaling that the pasta is good.

"Just give me your hands already" she grabbed my both hands and kissed them making me crunch my nose in disgust and also making me laugh at her stupidity.

"This hands should be awarded for making this yummy pasta" she said with mouth full of pasta

"I bet it is because you didn't had home food for days"

"That might be, but this pasta is literally delicious" taking another bite she closed her eyes as if feeling every ingredients of it.

Looking at her expression I forget to eat my pasta, so I took a bite of it and I must say, it really tastes good.

We talked while eating asking about each other's day.

When we were done eating, Freya insisted on doing the dishes so I helped her in cleaning counter.

I placed the cleaning cloth back into its place and headed out of the kitchen to the living room. Switching on the TV I begin to switch the channel when a news channel pop on making me stop.

"The ruthless billionaire MR. Charles Maxwell was seen yelling at a poor man, grabbing his collar and pushing him harshly on the ground" the reporter said.

"Is he really that aggressive?" Freya came and sat beside me.

"No" I said loudly a little too quick to which responded with raised eyebrows.

"Whoa, someone is really protective over him" she teased me.

"It's nothing like that. I have met him and he is nothing like this media are saying" I told her switching off the TV and focusing all my attention on Freya. I don't know why I'm taking his side.

"Well, when I met him at the club he was arrogant" she rolled her eyes thinking about that day.

"Being an arrogant and being an aggressive are two different things fre"

"Why are you being so defensive towards him?"

"God, I have lot to tell you"

She looked at me with her scrutinizing eyes, then her eyes widened.

"You met him again, didn't you?"

"Uhh maybe" I smiled cheeky at her

"How many times?"

"2 times"

"And you are telling me this now?" She glared at me.

"You were busy with your work and we barely got time to talk" I smile sadly at her because it's been a while that we bonded or talked about stuffs.

"I know. I'm sorry. But right now free and I have to go late for work tomorrow, so I'm all ears now" she grinned taking a pillow from her back and placing it on her lap ready to gossip.

"Okay, so you remember the text that I sent you few days ago saying I will be late?"

"Uh yes. Why?"

"That day I was with him"

"Seriously?"

"And I went to him Manson" I completed my sentence waiting for her reaction

She looked at me for a while with her mouth hanging out

"Ohh you did not" she exclaimed

I just smiled at her in return.