[Earth.]
"Ahem, Ahem."
A fake cough echoed within the room as a man in his early twenties stood in front of a mirror.
His short black hair was combed neatly and his blue eyes stared into his reflection.
He wore a classic navy blue suit that fit perfectly on him.
Inder extended his hand as he tried to appear confident. "Hello, name my is—."
He bit his lips in frustration.
'Fuck.'
Inder drew in a deep breath as he looked at the time.
It was close to eight forty-five, only a few minutes left before he met with her father.
'Delilah should have given me more time.'
He thought, rubbing his temples in frustration.
Inder didn't understand how things got to this.
He remembered it like yesterday how she recruited him as her employee and now he was dating her.
"It all feels like a dream now."
The door of his room clicked open as a voice echoed. "What dream?"
Inder turned around, only to find Delilah walking inside with a slight smile.
