Chapter six

I sat behind the desk, peering into the computer in front. Alessia. The name remained a constant reminder of something, something that kept popping up in my head. And I just knew I had to meet her again. I didn't care what I had to do.

I went on Facebook, trying to get to know more about her. Of course, when I typed Alessia, asides getting the spelling wrong severally, I got several people with the same name. It was frustrating.

Just when I thought of giving up the search, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly.

Alessia Winters.

I clicked on her profile and alas, the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a ponytail, her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips, its ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips, her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point, like a little dimple. S