The pose is attractive.
But the message on my phone speaks of something else.
“Check the guy who comes with a hat. He is suspected to be in possession of contraband goods.”
“Hey, mister! This side…. Our officials would like to speak to you.”
He flashed his sweetest smile, but my perspective has changed. Duty comes first.
I await the verdict.
Guilty or not guilty?
He happens to be the guy my friends are trying to fix me up with, and he is a billionaire’s son.