12. Why did you do it?

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Tasha rolls her eyes at my response. "Someone tell me this isn't happening to me." She groans.

I chuckle. "Well, no one can tell you that, especially if it is indeed happening to you."

She flares her eyes at me, obviously annoyed, the action making her look more fierce and beautiful. "You like joking a lot don't you?" She snaps.

I scoff at her hot tempered attitude, my fingers pushing back my wet hair strands from my face. "Maybe."

She fumes out a hot breath, folding her arms across her chest, eyes glaring at me. I resist the urge tempting me to laugh out loud at her annoyed facial expression.

"Let us get down to business if you both are done arguing with each other." The elderly man says, giving Tasha the flower trimming shears in his hand.

"I believe your name is Tasha Quinn right?" He asks, stretching the shears further to Tasha.

"Yes sir." Tasha replies, unfolding her arms. She collects the shears from him, throwing me a quick angry glance before looking away.

"And you," the m