Chapter 4

The next day,

"Mommy, is this house for us?" Kayla ruffled her hair before slumping on the chair, her hands wavering in the air happily, her eyes searching for something, and she made a gentle gulp, "I can't believe we get to live this type of luxury, Layla."

Zelda sighed, staring at the arranged clothes on the floor, countless boxes scattered around, now, she had to get to cleaning all those, and arranging them, when her manager had said that they would live in Manhattan street, she had been swept off. Manhattan street was the path that only celebrities lived on. It was the best.

Zelda walked over to the window, before she propped the curtains aside gently, the gentle breeze of New York city greeted her, she enjoyed the warmth, and rubbed her cheeks. She stared at the huge living room that consisted of a rack of books, the huge couch that lined from the center of the room down to the end of the room.

It was glorious, and for this first time in her life, Zelda was living this kind of life. She didn't know what to say, how to feel, but she knew it was something better.

"Shouldn't we greet the neighbors here, Mommy?" Kayla sat up from the couch, and batted her eyelids slowly.

Zelda wanted to, she didn't want to act rude, but she had been so lazy lately, and she doubted that greeting neighbors would make it all better. They were all wealthy people, what would greeting them feel like?

She doubted she wouldn't even be able to keep up with their words, so she just leaned on the wall, with a bit of a sigh. "Why don't we greet them tomorrow, I know it's a long hurdle, but still, will you like that?" It felt weird talking to her daughter who ruffled her brows like she didn't understand the language her mother was speaking.

She was quiet for a while, before she finally nodded, her head bobbing forward a bit.

Layla was already at the curtains, peeking through, before she turned towards her mother. "Mommy, a car just pulled by next door. Shouldn't we greet them?"

Zelda found herself exhorting a deep breath, her kids were smart, and yes, it would be rude if she greeted the neighbors, so she found herself standing outside the door, with her arms struck around each other.

The cool evening breeze flew against her ramped hair, and she shook it off, before her hands moved her cheek. 

She was just going to greet him, and get out, back to her kids, even though they had wanted to come, but she had insisted they stay in and help unpack.

The door that stood in front of her was huge, the house was modeled, what did she expect? It was an estate for the rich, and now, she had the privilege to even live here.

Her hands moved towards the doorbell, before she rang it slowly, the bell struck in her ears, and she waited, standing there for nothing less than three minutes.

The door finally bobbed open, and she was met with a soaring figure, she stared up to catch his face, and a gasp escaped her chapped lips.

It was the guy she had bumped into earlier at the airport, and he was right here.

Right in his house.

His house is next to hers.

And oh, they were freakin' neighbors, she wanted to sink, but now, his eyes were studying her and if he knew her, and then, he finally spoke.

"Hello." His voice was husky, his voice deep, tiny strands of water dipped down from his wet hair. Was he having a shower?

"Oh. Hello." Her Brazilian accent was thick, she had spent years learning that sentence, English definitely was not her thing.

"Aren't you the woman from the airport today?" Now, his brows were crumpled up in his face, he stared at her deeply.

"Um.. Yes. What a coincidence." She tugged the other end of her collar, and she heard him sigh from behind, "You live here?" Dear God, she prayed he didn't. She didn't want to wake up everyday and see his face, she gazed around, his tesla was parked elegantly across his porch.

"Yes. I live here. Not often though," He creaked in his words, and he finally gazed around. "Neighbors, you won't see me often." He said that because he knew a part of her didn't want to see him.

She studied him from the light, his eyes were deep brown, something about which she couldn't fathom. He wasn't wearing his suit from earlier, but his jaw seemed well chiseled, and... Oh dear, was she checking him out?

She stumbled across the steps, and took a step back, "Well, nice to meet a neighbor, it's an honor seeing you again." He finally nodded again, and she turned back.

She calmed herself down, by jabbing her fingers together slowly, taking a deep breath, she ran, as far away from him.

Even forgetting to know his name.

He sighed for a bit, watching her retreating figure ahead, something about her seemed weird, like she was familiar, but from where? Shrugging off the feeling, he shut his door tight.

As soon as entered the room, she shut the door, before leaning on the door, the two girls watched her quietly, trying to accumulate her sudden behavior.

"How did it go with the neighbors?" Kayla asked, before jerking her twin sister's hand teasingly.

It went horrible, turns out the man is the same person I bumped into earlier at the airport, what a small world? Now, how am I supposed to live with the fact that I threw coffee on his shirt which probably cost a thousand dollars, cause he looks rich and all.

But, she just swallowed hard and forced the word out of her throat, "It turned out well."

"Are you sure, Mommy?" Layla asked, and Zelda nodded.

"It's going to be really stressful tomorrow, why don't we have dinner and go to bed?" She only had one prayer in mind. One task in mind.

Don't ever come across the guy you bumped coffee into.