I woke up with the annoying sound of an alarm and got ready to say goodbye to Milan for a few days. It was my first trip to London. As a child, I used to collect pictures of breath-taking scenery, and spent a good amount of time reading about distant places, people and culture. Those pictures and books kept my secret safe of how much I yearned to roam around the different places. However, sometimes our family condition prevents us from dreaming about something big and that's perfectly fine as it never feeds our souls if we use our parents' shoulder to climb in order to attain heights. There is nothing wrong in this but still I feel our dreams belong to us and that's why we are solely accountable for them.

I grew up observing my parents snowing under a pile of work to make ends meet. They worked tirelessly to ensure that I could complete my education. I never demanded anything from them because what they gave me was more than enough for me. My childhood might be different from others but it was still good as it had my parents, their love, our happy family and promises. Unfulfilled promises. I promised my parents to give them a luxurious life when I grow up, where they don't have to do anything which eventually makes them smile. And when that time came, I...lost them because of my mistake.

A lone tear swept past my cheek. A mere visual of those halcyon days is enough to wet my eyes. That's what a memory actually does. Reminiscing good memories with the same people beside you gives another kind of happiness whereas the absence of same people causes infliction of pain to the soul. That's how both absence and presence of people makes a difference in our lives. A mere visual of those halcyon days is enough to wet my eyes. I really miss them.

I quickly wiped my tears away, knowing I had reached the location where my boss had summoned me.

Getting off from the taxi, I adjusted my dress and marched towards the tall man whose gaze was wavering between me and his wrist watch. Maybe it was his way of signalling me that I was late. Eliminating the distance between us, I stood in front of him and greeted him formally saying, "Good Morning, Mr D'Angelo," while his countenance remained severe as usual.

He gestured to one of his crew members to take my luggage to his private jet and asked me to proceed inside the jet. The moment I set my foot on the jet my eyes began deviating every corner of it in haste. It was just stunning.

Dazzled by the glare of lavishness for a moment I couldn't help but wonder, how blessed are the people who possess such luxury while taking my seat.

Denver followed me and took a seat opposite to me. It was then I noticed him in casuals for the first time.

This is quite unfair of God to give everything to this man. He is brainy, filthy rich and handsome. I mean just look at him, he even looks dapper in casuals. You're such a lucky dog, Denver.

We still had a few minutes left as the co-pilots were having tea. I took advantage of the situation and started noticing every detail of the jet. So, basically it was a Mid-size private jet with a bigger cabin and hence perfect for passengers with need of more headroom, full standing capacity and ample space for luggage. Furthermore, it also had a stylish interior and was utmost comfy. It also had a room for two pilots, a flight attendant, a service galley and an on-board lavatory. It was just amazing.

My eyes were observing every nook and corner of the jet and when there was nothing left to observe my eyes became settled. However, it was my misbelief regarding my eyes as I had this itch to catch a glimpse of Denver. I was not certain about the reason why I wanted this. Perhaps it was just the demand of my eyes which search for aesthetics everywhere. So, I directed my eyes towards Denver and what a coincidence? He was also looking at me. Like always!

I was tickled pink when I found him looking at me. I averted my gaze to the window side to save myself from the awkwardness and got lost in the aerial vista. I could see the clouds and the land which appeared tiny from the sky.

After sometime I recalled I was sitting in front of Denver. Once again I wanted to look at him, this time only to check if he was again staring at me or not. And yeah, this time also he was staring at me which drove me crazy. Why on earth is this man staring at me all the time? His stare made me feel uncomfortable.

I coughed to distract him but it was of no use. So, I put my words in a modest tone, "Mr D'Angelo, don't you think it's not good to stare at someone continuously?"

"No." He said outright which made me smirked in annoyance. I again faced him saying, "But I don't like to be gazed at by someone constantly. I find it very disturbing."

"I'm not someone, Miss Revera, I'm Denver. And don't live in delusion that I'm interested in you or I find you beautiful just because I look at you sometimes. If you can't appreciate my gazing at you then at least don't act cowardly, just give me a tough competition. I like it that way." He declared, leaving me stunned.

This man is really something. I'm not sure what's going on in his head. If you gaze at someone, it simply shows you are interested in them, are drawn to them, or have something to say to them. I'm not aware of any additional reasons, but these are the three that come to mind. Nonetheless, every universal theory collapses and falls to the ground in front of Denver.

Apart from that I will never be happy even if I become his interest or if he finds me beautiful. A cold man like him can never make my heart melt for him. Denver also will never feel attracted towards me, I'm sure. After all, we are like chalk and cheese. But his gaze communicates a different message which lingered in my mind.

Suddenly, a strong aroma hit my nostril banishing the unwelcoming and futile thoughts from my mind, leaving my stomach in a frenzy of hunger. I followed the direction of that aroma of fresh seasoning and there it was. The enticing Lasagna all garnished with parsley and basil, the melted cheese oozed all over begging me to devour it.

I took a mouthful of Lasagna and relished in the exquisite flavour while shutting my eyes the moment it was put on the table. There were appetisers and other dishes also but it was my loyalty towards Lasagna that I chose first to wolf down. Every piece of Lasagna made me squeal with delight, and it's no surprise that I forgot I was with my boss. The realisation immediately spoiled the delicious romance I was having with my Lasagna. I attempted to peel my left eye first but the sight caused my right eye to open. It was a once-in-a-while visual that I witnessed. Denver was smiling. This was the first time I saw this grim looking man giggling. Well, I couldn't control myself but I also accompanied him in smiling. However, the fact that he was smiling because of my epicurism was rather embarrassing.

"I should have waited for you. I have this voracious appetite which sometimes lands me into an awkward situation. Please accept my apologies." I muttered in order to cover up the embarrassment while he continued to chuckle.

"I can see that, Miss Revera. No problem. It was quite amusing by the way." He replied, trying hard not to smile and started eating appetisers gesturing to me to resume my eating.

With a little trepidation, I resumed my love affair with Lasagna, devouring it in no time before moving on to other dishes. I knew I was being watched by Denver constantly but I couldn't help myself. They say, dance like no one is watching but I say, eat like no one is watching.

Last night's episode made me less afraid of Denver. He wasn't as bad as I used to think. I was perplexed as to why he was referred to as the devil. He did have a nasty disposition, but he wasn't all that horrible. It's good to believe the vibes of people sometimes and Denver didn't give me any negative vibe.

After some time, we finally reached London.