Ps: I don't know what to name it. Title is open to suggestions.
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Airhostess: Name please, Maam?
"Zoya. Zoya Farooqi "
"Here is Your passport Maam. Go straight and to your left is the cafeteria and right is check out and baagage collection."
Zoya:-" Thank you."
She was exhausted from her exceedingly long (or so it seemed to her) 9 hour flight. She landed at the heathrow airport about 25 minutes ago. Damn these security checks! She thought.
She saw an attending give her a dirty look.
Didi she say that out loud? Oops! As if she cared.
She walked into the cafe and ordered a large latte.
"Here you go Maam''
"Thanks"
She switched on her cell.
Dialled a number and waited.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
"Pick up, pick up!" She muttered
"Dammit"
"What the fu-"
"Oh I am extremely s-"
"Can't you watch where you are walking?"
She looked up from the stained white AC/DC shirt into a pair of the most mesmerising eyes she has ever seen. They were almost brown., bordering on hazel. Huh. Interesting colour.
"Excuse me? Are you deaf too? I am talking to you."
Zoya snapped out of her revive and glared at him and couldn't help but stare at his fine physique.
Focus Zoya
She shook her head and said
"You could have also watched where you were going, Allah Miyan I was about to apologize but no, you had to be arrogant. Well then Mr, no apologies from me, you can take your arrongant self somewhere else. And besides, you were the one who collided with me. And the nerve of you- "
" Please, spare me from your lecture, I am in no mood to listen to you "
Damnit, why did his voice had to be so damn sexy. Concentrate Zoe, You are arguing with an arrogant asshole here.
She thought.
"Oh yeah? Well tough luck Mr, i couldn't care less, nor am I about to waste my time on you"
And she walked away.
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This was just Zoya's pov..sort of.
Any gusses who she crashed into??:p
Guys comment if you want me to Continue, rotten tamatars are also accepted and buddy me if you want Pm's. Thank you:-)
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