No...Not Again !

My father? No , my fiance.He ' s a Franko Italiano and a bit Jews he said ,so smart , speak 4 languages, business, intelligent..in various fields ''. He almost fell off the glass he was holding.

" Who are you actually?" Suspiciously,showing it apparently on purpose I guessed ,but still in a relax and friendly way .I was avoiding his look ,the eyes which the shape and lights enable me me to forget what l must and am doing .

" Why do you often avoid my questions ? " That made me smile .I don't want to confront you , l whispered at heart . I avoid your eyes more than your question.. sure l did not tell him that .He surely didn't know either. Special person would not realize their own suavity all the time . They were few blokes who kept their sense of affinity and deep understanding in humanity meaning and universal affection.

All of sudden the strong wind blew came till the door opened .l was shocked, thinking there was someone came without notice .But Ashby looked just calm as usual.