Chapter 33- Walking roses

Deila's pov About to open the door to my dad's office, which I had been occupying over the last two months —and still was— I paused when I heard a familiar voice call for me. I left the door ajar and looked to see it was. "Hey, Nat. Good morning." His smile reached his eyes. "Morning beautiful." Beautiful? Now, that was weird. Or maybe not, I just never took well to complements. But you take well to him complimenting you. I sighed, knowing what him my subconscious was on...