I stepped out, mentally preparing for the rain drops to make me wet, but it never happened. Is the rain over? It's raining around me, but not over me. Am I tripping? A rich leather familiar cologne made it's way in me. I looked up to find an umbrella over my head, and then beside me, to see who it was. His grey-orbs, staring down into mine. The grey in them resembled calm, contrary to the storm in the city.
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"Zara. Zara is my name for the last time."
"Hamza Ali Malik, is my name." He said with a hint of sarcasm. I see what he's trying to do. This man is just, just...ughh!
"I know." I said looking at him briefly, as his gaze was focused on the road ahead, his vieny hands skillfully working on the steering wheel. I averted my gaze to the rain drops sliding down the window beside me.
"Glad to know.... Ms. Hazel." He said Hazel again. I wasn't dumb to not know, how he was teasing me. This man, I'll just rip his grey orbs now! And I swear I could feel him, hiding a smirk.
"My name...is Zara" I bit back in annoyance. If he wasn't giving up, I wasn't going to either.
"I know." He replied with the same sarcastic tone. No you don't, you don't know anything! "I don't think so, why do you call me Hazel then?" I asked frustrated.
Silence fell over for a couple seconds. "It fits you." He replied as if it was obvious, his gaze still fixed on the road. So we're ignoring the fact that people actually have names, cool. What if I want to call him 'Mr.Jerk,' according to him, it fits him.
"How does it fit me? I don't look like a hazel." I retorted, because I couldn't hold it back anymore as I was annoyed by his cockiness.
"Do I look like an employee, a designer to be precise?" He scoffed. Well, no but you don't look like a CEO either. I knew where this was going.
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