Princess treatment 2

When we got to the car, I glanced at Jasper.

''So where to next?"

"A little shopping."

I nod.

"That girl, do you know her?"

"Who?"

"The receptionist."

"Oh, I wouldn't say I know her, but I frequented the salon with my ex. She would always do the most to get my attention until my ex spat in her face because of an altercation. Did she say something to you?"

"No, it was just the way she was behaving towards me. I could feel the animosity and thought she was a woman from your past."

"Woman from my past?" Jasper laughed, "she is not my type."

"What exactly is your type?"

"I don't know better yet. I don’t think I have one, but it's not her."

"How can you not have a type?"

"Because then, that means I would be with the same person over and over, just with a different face. And would never meet my soul mate because I'm sticking to one type of person."

"That makes plenty of sense."

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