First message
I kill the engine of my Maserati and look out through my tinted window. I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided to come back home. I had a successful brand in car customization and it was taking off. But no matter how busy I got, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I get out my car and walk into the cozy house. I saw her standing there like a goddess browsing through her bookshelf absentmindedly and sneak up behind her. How about this one? I reach over her shoulders to grab a book.