ience anything traumatic. I only wondered why I had to grow up with other children who didn't have families. Some I made friends with; others I never had the chance to. Once I hi

for the other orphans

ege, I had to take the most basic classes, which cost money I didn't have. Not only was I suffering financially, but I was also stressed about keeping m

lp me. As I was crying about my situation, I hadn't noticed someone walk into the room. It wasn't until

on as I stepped inside, I was faced with a bar that ran from the front to the side with a menu right behind it. The counter had marble and was decorated in blue with white chairs in front to sit on. There were lights above it on a ceiling that looked to be marble itself and was quite beautiful. It made the shop itself look brighter. The walls of the entire shop were decorated in red bricks and the floor was woo

it?" A rough voice i

es off the mural, I repli

though," the stranger spoke again, b

fore me held a smile on his face. Surprisingly, we were close to the same height, except he was about two inches taller than me. His figure was lean, but he had some definition of muscle. With brown eyes, dark hair, and a wide sm

shamed for accepting the worker's compliment. He wasn't my husband and here I am excited that some stranger has noticed that I

ce Jamie just to see if he would have the same reaction I had when I first walked in, but I was disappointed. To my dismay, his expression seemed bored as he

aid in a cheery voice a

ker back, Jamie spoke in a ro

was servicing the woman

ther," said

you were siblings." The waiter st

not-" The waite

back a laugh as I still stood slightly behind Jamie. Although I found the waiter to be amus

iblings, want a table. Unless you sto

stop the words he was speaki

the first waiter, the man was extremely tall with jet-black hair, a chiselled face, pink full lips, and a honey-like complexion. And I could tell he worked out based on the definition of his arms through his shirt. Although the baseba