Amanda alongside Jonathan, Malia, and Mark stood at the Airport, looking around and eagerly waiting for Alan.It's been two weeks since he left for Morocco and no day passed by without him sending a text to Amanda or calling her; she declined and ignored him numerous times at first, wishing he would stop but he never did. He persisted and slowly, Amanda started getting used to it; she will text him back immediately and respond the moment he calls, even if she's at work, she will get worried when she thinks he won't text, and sometimes she will call or text first.She will constantly tell herself that she's just being open to the idea of him being her friend but deep down her heart, she knows it's more than friendship and being in the airport waiting for him to come back while hiding under the pretext that she just escorted Jonathan is just one of the many proofs.Earlier in the dayAmanda opened h

"What's wrong this time?" Alan asked, taking the phone away from Amanda; who looked angry and surprised at the same time. He read through it and his eyes widened as he did before his surprise turned into a smile "I guess you are a full celebrity now, getting involved in scandals and all, and look, I'm with you here so don't worry" he said, smiling at her. "I don't have time for jokes now, Alan. What if this does damages to my company like it did last time"? She asked, looking frustrated. She rubbed her forehead softly, feeling a headache coming up already. Alan looked at Jonathan; that was just staring at them in confusion, ransacking his little brain to figure out what was happening. He looked away from him and looked at Malia, and she nodded in understanding "come here, Jonathan. Let's go wash you up" she said, and grabbed his hands lightly, and headed upstairs, Mark trailing behind them. When he was sure they were out of sight, he turned to Amanda

Amanda and Alan cuddled up with each other in silence, watching the sunset with a smile on their faces; Alan reminiscing on the kiss Amanda gave him a while ago when her voice brought him out of memory lane. "I grew up in Nigeria; my mother's country" she started, taking him by surprise but instead of commenting he just pulled her closer to his body and she continued talking "It's a nice country, but as always in every country, there is always a bad part of it, and I grew up in the worst part of Nigeria with the worst family ever" a faint smile appeared on her face as she reminisced on the old memories. "At first, it was good. We were poor but happy, I barely have memories of those days but I knew it was good. But everything started going downhills when my mum started drinking, it started with a few drinks and coming home tipsy to being wasted every night, and soon enough my father joined her" she let out a little laugh after she said that, making Alan place a chaste

The atmosphere in the room was tense and the two individuals in the room could feel it, in as much as they tried to ignore it.Amanda cleared her throat, drawing Alan's attention to her "Most of the designs were sent to you yesterday, and I believe you would have gone through them" she said.He cleared his throat too and forced a smile on his face, "oh yes, I did. That'd partially the reason I'm here".That perked up Amanda's interest, "yeah? You didn't like the designs?" She asked a bit nervous as she personally came up with those designs, she hasn't worked on a piece of Egyptian jewelry before but she decided to give it a try in order to impress him.He chuckled and shook his head, "that's not the issue, I love them and I'm very impressed with them. I came because I want to talk about the quantity that was previously stated, I would like to increase them"She released a deep breath and smiled at him, "Alright, but then you'll have to increase you

"Did you see that?" Jonathan asked excitedly, nudging Amanda's shoulders and pointing to the TV where Naruto was currently playing.She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the TV, "yeah I did, that was super cool" she said even tho she has no idea what he was talking about, she hasn't been paying attention to the anime, and not because she didn't want to.The image of Alan walking in with another girl has been stuck in her mind and she can't seem to shake it off, and in as much as she tries to deny it; it broke her heart and it's still breaking her heart as she thinks of it. Sighing, she returned her gaze to the TV and tried to concentrate on it, but she just couldn't."Are you okay?" Jonathan asked all of a sudden and she looked at him in surprise, wondering why he is asking that out of nowhere."Why? Is anything wrong?" She questioned, forcing a fake smile on her face."Nothing really, you've just been sighing for as long as I can remember.