182 Don't die

 Diana stepped out of her car, her hand clutching her bag. She walked mindlessly to her front door, pushing it open and walking in, her mind lost in thoughts.

When she left her house, she had been thinking of the man she had spent her whole life loving, but now she was returning, she was thinking of another man? She did not even remember Greg for one second throughout the ride back home.

She didn't know why but she was thoroughly smitten by Michael's charisma and manliness. Everything about him, from the way he spoke, smiled, or laughed; she couldn't help but admire him. Too bad they wouldn't even meet again, in this vast city, the possibility of meeting the same person twice was slim to none.

Diana changed into something comfy and sat in the parlor with a bucket of popcorn watching Netflix; or rather that's what it looked like because her mind was deeply engrossed with thoughts of the man she met earlier.