113 Michael

Judge Malik remembers meeting Michael. She couldn’t deny the fact that their encounter was a little bit weird at first but soon it later turned to be something she didn’t expect. She had been neighbors with him for a while but she never even knew his name. His hair, a rich shade of chestnut brown, fell in soft waves that effortlessly tousled in the wind. Whether he wore it neatly styled or let it roam free, it added to his rugged and effortlessly handsome appeal. Michael often wore well-fitted shirts that accentuated his toned physique, paired with comfortable jeans or tailored trousers. We had exchanged pleasantries on several occasions, but this was the first time he had come knocking on my door. I couldn't help but wonder why he was here. At this time of the day, it was strange and I wasn't expecting any visitors, especially a man who wasn't a family member. "Hi, Lala," Michael greeted, a warm smile gracing his lips. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I jus