Jasmine.

Jasmine stared at the pasta and stirred it. She had different things going through her mind, she remembered how she ran immediately she heard about his warehouse and the other ways to reach him. She didn't think twice before she hopped on the cab and left.

"Was I crazy? Why was I so impulsive? What was I on?" Jasmine replayed the whole day in her head, from the moment she ran out from the apartment. She sensed she wasn't herself. She had her eyes down but she wasn't looking at anything.

She sighed and paused. "I feel different around him, like we have met before? But I haven't met...