Thirty minutes later, Marjorie was devouring a medium-sized box of BBQ pizza, and a glass of cold cola, while Roman was smoking as he watched her admiringly, as if seeing her for the first time.
The image of their first meeting was still vivid in his mind. He remembered clearly how he declared as he watched her flustered state after that incidental encounter that he was going to make and brand her as his. And she has been his ever since.
"Nom …. Nom …. Why are you staring at me deeply like that? What nonsense are you thinking about?" Marjorie, scolded Roman as she continued to eat her food.
This man was the epitome of shamelessness. Give him and inch, and he will be asking for mega-miles, and not a simple mile. He was that bad. Who knows what kind of bad things he would be thinking about, all the time?
